That's the Number 36, my first line, in the picture above. It took me from the remote district in the south of the city (as Poles say, "Where the Devil Says Goodnight"), to the center (and beyond). The city has modernized its tram stock, but it's good to see at least some of the Konstal 13Ns are still on the job. These workhorses were built in Chorzow, Poland, between 1959-69.
Standing in the back of the car with the windows curved around you was a little like being in a greenhouse. But how many hours did I spend on a cold platform with traffic buzzing around me praying for the sight of a 36?