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  • After the 10 hour journey I emerge from the bus in a daze. The world looks hazy through the glasses I wear that need the prescription updating. This makes me feel even more vulnerable in a new city that I do not know.

    Waiting in line for a cab to take me to yet another new hostel, nothing really going on, just patiently waiting my turn to punctuate the long line of yellow. Then a man reaches into the vent in the front of one of the cabs. I blink. In his hands he holds a baby pigeon, looking dazed. He sets it down on the pavement, it looks injured, but doesn´t appear to be in distress, but what do I know?

    My turn comes and off I go to continue my journey but I can´t get this bird out of my head. Feeling vulnerable perhaps, looking for warmth, had in the end caused it pain I´m sure. Quite apt when it comes to human behaviour also, I feel.
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