You can usually get to know a city by being outside and absorbing the impressions, but here there are high walls and few people to see. The compass has crept over the mid-40s, and a warm wind is blowing. It feels like standing inside a giant hair dryer. Where are all the people? The few who are out look at me as if I have fallen from the moon. One of them mumbles something incomprehensible: "… crazy…" is everything. . .
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