In the tram, I paid attention to one conductor.

Everything in it was not like it, except a bag and a dirty bag, for tickets and money.

The first man. Expensive clothes, shoes and watches. Everyone smiled and said, please. It was evident from everything that his work was very pleasant and not punishable as it often happens.

I think of myself, maybe the crisis is really angry that such people have gone away.

The man I was curious, did not resist, approached and just asked:

Do you look like a conductor?

He smiled as if he was waiting for that.

As a child, I had a dream of being a conductor, but it didn’t happen. I turned, for the wheel, did things, there was no time, I do not remember when I was in public transportation. And here, here I came on vacation, and what it was, if not now, then when. I agreed with the boss and my dream came true. I'll go home tomorrow, but I'll tell you, I haven't experienced such emotions for a long time. Okay, I have to work.

Pulling me on the shoulder, he went on to give smiles and as I suspect receiving much more than words can describe.

And yet the dreams come true...