By Michaela Pavlatova
A tram conductor follows the track of her daily routine. Every morning a load of men enter her tram to get to work. One after the other, all of them, grey, silent and look-alike. But soon as she gets the engine running and follows the rythm of the in-going out-going tickets in the composter, the conductor gets aroused and the vehicle gets steamy... Her arousal transforms reality in a surrealist phallic fantasy.