There's not much to concentrate on when you ride a tram. Houses, companies, colleges, other houses, a couple of trees, cars next to the road, wires on poles, buildings, advertising flags, dusty city. He did not complain, he had to work by public transport for only a few minutes, but to ride every day by the same line twice a day and watch all the formic crawling, this man gets tired.
Especially in the fluffy autumn morning, when anyone who must be like him awake because of his work, he preferred to go back to the warm comfort of his bed, from where he had to get out of the way and in haste. Not that he hated his work, of course not–on the contrary, for this he studied-but this early morning's getting up will always make him a problem.