A long train approaches the station and slows down without stopping. A man in a winter coat sits at the platform on one of the benches and watches the rythmically rolling wagons pass in front of him one by one. He sings something and the words are lost in the low rumble of the train. Suddenly he stands up and steps through the open door of the last carriage of the train. The train disappears into a tunnel at the other end of the station and the world falls silent.
That man’s song echoes in my head and won’t leave me. I must find it! My only clue is an old ticket he left on the bench. It says: İstanbul Tramvay Şirketi.
Photo: Üsküdar fotograflari albümüne ait fotograflar /ANTIKAISTANBUL
J.K. Pikkujämsä 