you must be in the tram. in a tram on the line 18, from Służewiec after Zeran Wschodnie, on a sunny day at the bus stop Traugutta park. in one of these wagons from the 60 years old, upholstered with soft and the windows, that can be retracted during the trip, so that one of the wind blowing through your hair. they dare old that are so round and cuddly like a bug and so old-fashioned that it is hard to imagine that they were once new, modern and progressive, and always seeming awaken, as they would fit only museum trips or for, to one at some point notice that they are sure to see too often in the streets.
they have thus met in the tram, on a sunny day in May, when even the lilac and the chestnut are blooming and everything looked like it would be a wonderful summer. she looked up later, probably in their calendar, because she had a habit of this, in one of those little red plastic-bound booklet from the pharmacy, and tried to remember what a weekday been. It will not succeeded. they will have a few times and looked counted, but without result, they knew only that there is no friday, but had never been sunny and warm.
he already sat in the alley, as she got. almost all were places available, yet he stood up and offered her his own to. she was so surprised and embarrassed that they are actually offered and accepted on his was sitting, and further they did not know what to do. He stood beside her and watched her as she sat down, he let himself down on the seat directly behind her. they did not know what to say, she smiled a little, but mostly they looked out the window. as she got on her bus stop, he got up again, bowed half and wished her a nice evening. she thanked him and got out, and then she sat a quarter-hour stop in at the wartehaeuschen until she remembered that she still had to buy milk.
they have not met again the next day. It took a while, or maybe a week and a half, but they have started one after another to look for. she has perhaps a little more than he sought and maintained, but who knows, maybe not. when they met the next time, he got up and offered her his place to, they thanked him and smiled even more and he has withdrawn a space. He did so again when they finally met for the third time. It was ritual from then on her, when she boarded the tram, he rose, left, and her his court, as he stood up when she got to her stop, get out, and sometimes when he was especially spirited, he kissed her hand in farewell, before all the other passengers in the tram, but it usually took no notice.
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