Did you see those mystery movies where you travel to the past?That was what I did aboard a historic Line A wagon. I was the motorman -that's what the conductors in the training were called- for a few hours.Do you remember?Not long ago these old wooden cars were replaced.They wobbled like a cocktail shaker, the lights went on and off like in a horror movie, the doors barely closed and at rush hour, it was a sea of ​​people coming and going in the stations of that Buenos Aires where things and the symbols are, but different, by the mere passage of time.Also read: Slugterra: mysteries between tunnels and undergroundLuis Spadafora is a collector of heavy and gross things.Of irons.Of cars, let's say, that are Argentine glories and rest in the shadows of the museum.He is the owner of the Automobile Museum of the City of Buenos Aires.Legendary cars that belonged to Juan and Oscar Gálvez, the Argentine multiple champions of Road Tourism;perfect replicas of those driven by the quintuple, Juan Manuel Fangio and even the Dodge that President Roosevelt brought to get around and that Maradona later used to get married, and years later Madonna herself, when she filmed Evita in Buenos Aires with Antonio Banderas.All of this is already a beauty that adorns the Automobile Museum, there in the Villa Real neighborhood, near General Paz.But Spadafora's light bulb went on when the cars on line A changed and he said to himself: “What if I bring a subway to my house?”And there you have it: 40 tons of a very Buenos Aires history, although those wagons were of Belgian origin.So I had the pleasure of driving car number 71, made in Belgium, more precisely in the disturbing city of Bruges.It worked for a century, so Argentina more than amortized the cost.Spadafora said to himself: if we're going to do it, we're going to do it seriously.So he dug a gigantic hole in the shed, roofed it over, smoothed the hole with concrete until it was smooth as a pool table, put in original tracks, connected the electricity, built a station platform, and even got an original tile from the Saenz Peña station.My trip as a motorman was the shortest in the world (barely 40 meters) but, at the same time, I felt the weight of the overwhelming history that transpires its wooden walls.A story that includes millions and millions of anonymous people.I wondered: how many romances have been born in those banks that remain strong, robust, original, to say the least?And how many mysteries.Because this car passed by so many times in front of the platforms of the Pasco and Alberdi stations, which only work on one side of the tracks.Why's that?The legend - or not - says that two workers died in each of the stations and declared them cursed, and that is why they never used the platforms.Even, there are not a few who say that when the car passes, like an exhalation, they see the two workers, like ghosts sitting on the platform.A wonderful story, an emotional rescue and a personal taste: I was the motorman of the shortest trip in the world in the oldest car in the world, made in 1911 in a haunting place called Bruges.