The walkway was empty and nobody seemed to be around.
Secretly – we thought – we tiptoed through the quietest city we could imagine, yet it was not deserted.
One could sense thoughts, emotions, replies and even questions sealed behind the walls of houses, shops and cafes.
We went into the brightly decorated, largely canary yellow, cafe at the corner of the street.
It took a long time to get served.
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