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I see beauty in weird things, like the ribbons of tape when a cassette is taken apart of broken. They lace the ground or other pieces of trash here. And it occurs to me that this is a dirty and unsafe city by the standards of myself in the states.

The roads are the least democratic in the world. We're talking worse than Moscow.
Things are thawing, I guess.
I am learning. No one will stop for me, I hav learned, and I, along wit every other pedestrian, nearly get killed by cars and buses every day. Neither drivers nor people obey stoplights. I realized I had to get braver when I was waiting for six year old girls to step out before stepping myself. Now every day I step headlong into oncoming traffic.