The tram stop. The city that is broken intothousand microcosms. Pulsanting life. Then it stops and waits. The waiting. Aninfinite instant, countless moments in which nothing is perceived. The past isno longer,  but the future is not yet. Thepresent stops and waits. A place that is not the place. It is no longer homebut not yet assigned. Then it’s tram and everything starts again. Becoming startsto flow through the arteries of the city.

The tram stop. A frame of the city, its advertisingposters that hide and contrast with the pieces of urban landscape that standaround.
Into thestop you can discover a world of people, races and cultures. Snapshot of Milan. A city full oflife, people who live in it, united in the meantime. Someone is lost in themusic, in a newspaper or a game looks. Stage of missed encounters, reflectionsbroken by the arrival of the tram.

Andthen the journey begins, a journey made daily hustle and bustle of the citythat devours the silence.