Ghost. Russia

I live in a remote residential area of Saratov. To and from work daily commute on the tram. As in many other cities of Russia, in our city the electric vehicle is going through hard times.

In the heyday of the tram traffic in Saratov, there were three depots. Last - Leninist - opened about the middle of 1980-ies. There was even opened the line for passenger traffic to it. It was actively used by residents of nearby houses. Due to this, it was extended tram route №11 - the final stop was moved from the Geological College to depot No. 3, and it is still a few miles away.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union of Lenin tram depot worked for a short time in the early 2000s and was abandoned. Tram No. 11 began to unfold at its old Terminus - Geological College. Rails and wires from it to the depot over time, partially dismantled.

I every day use this tram. That route has reduced, worries me a little - to get me a few stops to the College. But once my stop I drove...

The work was terribly hard week. By Friday evening I felt exhausted. Sleepless nights did the trick - it seemed to me that I could sleep even standing up. As I work had to stay home, I went already in a half-empty tram. "Well, well," thought I, settling comfortably on the seat by the window.

Came the conductress, I pay the fare and then fell asleep under the rhythmic clatter of the tram wheels. I woke up because the train conductor was announcing on the microphone:

- Tram arrived at the final stop. The composition does not go further. Please release the car.

In the car no one but me, was not (even the conductor was gone somewhere). The Windows of the tram I could not see anything - it gets dark early in late autumn. I got out of the car and decided to wait for the tram will go, so I had to go to the other side, and then back to the next stop. The tram went, I froze.

It turned out I had brought not at the final stop "Geological College" and... in an abandoned depot! I understood the outline of the dilapidated buildings and the sleepers scattered in a chaotic manner. On the Internet, I previously had ever read about Lenin abandoned depot and see pictures of what is left of the tram Park. So the place I learned.

So scary I still have never been! Not even because I've come to the right place to get could not theoretically (because the rails are disassembled, and the wires cut!), but because I was afraid of meeting with the local watchmen or guards. Sure, they were not impressed would be the story of how the tram brought me to the depot, which ceased to operate ten years ago. I would be accepted for ordinary fans of easy money, for example, those who steal and deals metal.

I was in a panic scurried around the depot, trying not to make noise, and eventually ran out into the lighted street. How I did it, I have no idea - a pure accident. Noticing the sign on the first private house I called a cab at the specified address. While the car was in transit, I will not step away from the gate. Ten minutes later, which seemed an eternity, the taxi arrived. I was soon at home, but despite the fatigue, could fall asleep only at daybreak.

All night on the Internet I looked for information about this abandoned tram line and the tram-Ghost. The next day I walked around the area and made sure to get to the depot on the tram I definitely couldn't, for the simple reason that rails do not exist, and tram poles enterprising Saratov already removed and adjusted to fit your needs. This incident forever repulsed me the desire to sleep in public transport. You never know where you'll be sleeping passenger...

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