flipflop

The start of our exploration of the periphery. Arguing about how to reach the railway track I stop for a few seconds and focus on sounds. Incredible; trains thundering a few meters behind us, people bargaining and passing by, too much traffic trying to move through a too narrow street; accelerating, roaring and honking. Suddenly I can only focus on one thing; walking feet on the unpaved path upon we are standing. Heavily loaded flip-flops, weeping bare feet, the cheerful dancing of little children, the steady walk of the walking shoes, a pair of feet dragging squeaky wagon.
Ordinary feet just like mine, (un)fortunately born on the other side of the world.

lonely