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Narrator: and it seems that If our story had to end this minute it would be exactly where it has started from, at the “one silky road” of that black avenue.

The binary spherical lights show the way down to the cold buildings of the army hospitals as I gradually move, but still stuck in traffic.

Only thing seen, are the lights of their terraces, beaming red light, down the road level, weary faces, paved in the colors of car lights, all seem solid as If they suck dampness with their eyes from the wheels, the tar, the metal and plastic parts of the cars that surround them.”

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Painting and drawing Works due to the car and for the car and SNEHTA. The car as “the moving studio” , or the car ” a seeker or a ‘moving vessel’ of a million nightly subjects…” I am his driver. .

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