One tram change, 11 years of life

The place I work at right now is rather fancy and caters mostly to the upper-class, including the super rich. Like the kind of people who – I kid you not – owns a different luxury sports car for each day of the week. I’d known before that this obscene amount of wealth existed even

Monday morning in September

Early morning, 4 a.m.The streets are empty,Except for me and the birds.A handful of sparrows are seaking treasures in a pile of vomit.I wonder if my boss is already up at this hour. At the tram stop, I look around carefully. I haven’t been robbed yet, but I also make sure to always wear my