Příběh: čekárna tramvajové zastávky Obilní trh

Antonín gripped the edge of his leather briefcase so tightly his knuckles turned the color of the white opaxit tiles lining the rear wall. The air at Obilní trh tasted of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of the new electric lines, a scent that always seemed to cling to the fres…