Looking out the window from the second floor dental office, the scene seems oddly magical, with grit. Bubbles float through the pale sky, and there’s that elderly Bihari man blowing them from his bottle. Beside him two younger vendors jostle playfully, while one tries to hold on to his over-sized Hello Kitty balloons. Winter is waning this afternoon. The street is sparsely populated, revealing the scatterings of garbage over the muddied road. And in the dentist’s office, a effervescent melody continues listlessly, taking no mind of the life beyond these walls.


music: gustavo santaolalla – riding horses


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