I hear the jingle of the bell, start running headlong downhill before I can see it, corner hard and sprint, hands over pocket contents, slip through doors with the warning buzzer and automatic hydraulic hiss.

Of course then I stand sweating in heavy brown jacket. I carry at all times: camera, map, passport, mass transit legitimation, phrase book, pen, paper, paperback. Sometimes muesli for ambulatory grazing....Saw good poetry reading last night. Part of me wants to love everybody, the other part is too scared to say hello.

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