She grew up in a house next to a trolleybus depot. They make a lot of noise, annoying everyone. But I was born when they were already there and I didn’t know how it would be without them. By them I checked the time and the weather, if the first time they went, then the hour of the night, to roll, and sleep for a long time. If the second time, then four, it is on the route and sleeping nothing left. When it was raining, the horns were shrinking in a special way, and when it was frosty, it was cracking and sparkling. Now I live where there are no trolley buses, around the woods. But sometimes I dream where I hear their noise. I wake up, and it’s about an hour... or four.