Closing in on 8am. Back to the usual rhythm: Cycling all along the more hidden paths. Old tires on old concrete. A flock of kids rushing for another supermarket to get a disputable breakfast. And a muddy field where the old buildings used to rise, now accumulating garbage of all kind. Roads crossed, taking an elevator ride, a brief office kitchen chat, a window opened wide to welcome whatever sun the day's willing to offer. Speeding up.

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