Leave.
The average number of people on any public transportation vehicle in Ukraine rivals the attendance at most professional sporting events. This is the first time I have ever been the only passenger, and it was like this for three stops. For a while I was paranoid that there was something visibly wrong with the tram or the driver that was keeping people away. (Yesterday, I saw a news item of a tram that crashed into a building - which is rather spectacular considering trams run on tram-tracks.) But, eventually the tram began filling up. Every time I leave Lviv, I exit by way of tram. The tramline to the train station has become my little ritual; the steep incline, the quick turn at Chicken-hut, and the church stop where most people exit. These are the signs of leaving Lviv. Of leaving home and going somewhere new and uncomfortable.
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