Many dialogues passed me by .
Spoke in four or five different languages (if I remember correctly, one of then was a dead language)
The winter sun was hiding the cars. Under the flying Museum, the FAIR were full of my city flags and dead people toys. To many people died last week. Close people, indifferent people, for and against the wind people.
Sitting there by the side of one or two other colleagues who I don´t know, I tried to catch the mood of the walking ones, but everyone seemed distant and focused on their Sunday March.
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