Night...a street in NY side street. some people are warming their hands over a fire from a barrel. a truck is crossing fast as an old lady is pushing a noisy cart full of garbage, clothes, pants and more...
the lady's face are ugly, a little scary...a large shuma with some ugly hair around. that lady hasn't seen a mirror for years.the car almost hits the cart, but, not..the old lady turns her face to look at the eyes of the driver...he is talking on the phon, loudly, without paying any attention..
everything is flashing the lady's eyes are rolling, something is bothering her she sees something, she feels something.... it flashes in front of her eyes, a child is crying..there is a women there she is wounded ...noise, a shout from a women that is about to be crashed by a car....stop!
its all black now, for a few second it seems like the world stopped....now in slow motion, the car has been diverted from its course the women is saved..she hugs her child, people around are amazed..
the old lady keeps pushing her cart..she reaches a carton shade under a stairs of a ruiend building . she pushes some of them and enters to a dark, crouded place...it been her home for last few monthes and she even spreaded a few pictures from newspapers over the "walls". it has been a long day...she shuts the "door" and put her head over a filty pilow and falls a sleep...
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