I slowly came to in a somewhat old and empty tram, my head heavy and groggy. My hand instinctively rose to my forehead, where I felt a few stray strands of hair. My newly awakened eyes were dazed and bewildered. I looked at my reflection in the window. My features were fairly defined, but the confusion on my face softened their firmness. The ordinary trench coat I wore was wrinkled, as if it carried countless memories. I had always been calm in a crisis, but in these unfamiliar circumstances, I was more panicked than ever. I slowly sat up, my eyes instinctively turning to the magnificent landscape outside the window
