Yesterday I got on the tram to go down town and have lunch with a woman. Since she works as a civil servant and I am a politician, I dressed up a notch. I usually wear a T-shirt or sweater. This time I wore a brown manchester jacket and a striped shirt that is quite nice. I’m white, with a shaved head and a neatly trimmed beard.
The seats on the tram are divided equally down the middle line and in pairs of two, with a pair of two seats facing another pair of two seats. I’m sitting in one such 4-seat configuration, facing forward, closest to the window.
In the mirror version of my seat, to my right on the other side of the isle sits another man. He’s about the same age as me, possibly a bit younger (ie: 25-30). He looks arabic and wears jeans, a T-shirt and a leather jacket. He’s got a full beard, not a long one, but not trimmed either.
A young white woman gets on, nothing out of the ordinary, probably 18-22 years of age and wearing leisure clothes. She moves down the tram a few steps towards us, briefly glances at us, and without hesitation sits down opposite the would-be-plane-hijacker, shunning my side of the tram.