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There’s another story connected with the tram, too. I can hardly remember it now; hardly surprising, I was very young. It wasn’t long after my parents had got divorced, and I hadn’t started talking yet – still gathering impressions, I suppose.
And there and then, in the half empty evening tram, I suddenly broke my silence, and loudly pronounced my first historic words:
“My Daddy hits people with chairs. It’s not good to hit people with chairs!”
The passengers giggled, trying to restrain themselves. Shocked by such family reminiscences, my mother hurriedly put her hand over my mouth and dragged me off the tram at the next stop.
And thus I began talking. And that is how my tendency to denounce people was born, too, a tendency which Gamma had had to face for a few unpleasant moments e
