April 3 continued
Where are all the people? I have to check my watch to make
sure it isn’t still 6 am, and I am lost in some time warp. No, it’s almost 10. Few cars, few people. This airy generosity of
space seems wrong.
I should be looking at the shoulder-to shoulder occupants of
a mini van right next to me; or watching a mother nurse her baby while she
rides sidesaddle behind her husband on a motorbike; or waiting for cows to move
over; or trying to pass a tasseled and bedecked tractor pulling a cart full of
bricks.
I’m almost the only traffic. It's all relative.
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