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I love the way I can smile at people on the W-11 tram without feeling like an over eager child. The exuberance of the interior reduces our individual identities- embracing us all into her boisterous bosom of warmth and uselfconcious music and rhythm. Having lived in India and travelled in Trains, Busses, Autorickshaws, Tongas, Cyclerickshaws, BullockCarts, atop the cargo of odd truck and long nights in Camelcarts, I miss the intensity that travel in the Indian subcontinent brings. The traveller has his or her unique identity in those lands of infinite curiosity where boundries between people flow and contort to accomodate or reject. As a traveller one has the opportunity to cast off all inhibition and sing with the music, talk to strangers whom one may never forget.. This is what this tram does for me and for my kids.. it welcomes ease, warmth and engagement, laughter and the odd caper down the aisle. It gives one the license to be as spontaneous as one can be. It brings out so many smiles than one can not help but ask could we have a few more please...
- sophie
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