"The number eleven" i mumbled to myself ,kind of chuckling because it's the eleventh day in a row a saw this number. Day 1-10 where pretty normal but on day eleven a bunch of crazy stuff happened, my alarm got of at 11:11am in stead of 9am. I got in the tram and it was like everyone was blurry accept for this one man, it was like he was in focus .

He got closer, step for step, i feelt sureal because this whole situation was not scary at all, i felt like i have seen this man with a black suit and leather shoes, every single day of my life .

He hands me this ticket with the number 11 on it, it felt like a handshake from a friend i haven't seen in years , somehow known but also like it hasn't happened in years .

Money is thight since I've moved here so I tried to discard it but it return in my pocket, i never forgot the smug on that lady's face when I tried handing her my ticket over and over again but the only thing she sees is my empty hand for a moment i though she smuggled because she thinks i am poor, i tried it on last time and while opening my hand the ticket disappears again .

She closes my hand softly and says with an even bigger smug :"if the ticket decides i am not meant to see it, it sure is right" i was never this confused but then she points to her right and there's a tram arriving , the doors open and i have never seen a tram this full of what seems to be cosplayers , no people get in ,wich i have never seen before, some guy that looks like a wizard winks me in , get in and ask :"is this real ? Are those magic animals , are you a wizard ?" He nods , raises his finger and says :"but , you need to let me see your ticket " i pull it out knowing it's impossible to get destroyed

He hits his giant wooden magic wand on the ground and there's now a little whole is in the ticket , the wizard says :"you have 99 rides left , try to learn as much as possible and you can be a wizard too" And that's how I discovered a for me new world

-sorry for bad grammatics, English is not my first language