ДЭТЗ

This is the first of two train traffic lights that have graced my room this year. Its acquisition history is short. I dreamed of having an old railway traffic light for a long time, but I drove those thoughts away. And once in summer I was sitting one evening on the prism of a dead end of an industrial station and drinking beer. And suddenly I realized that I needed to act. I got up, found the railway employee and agreed with him to buy out the old traffic light, allotted to be replaced with a new one. During the acquisition process, no one was hurt and everyone was happy.