When I have arrived in the Divided City, there was a great mix of voices and noises. It was the Market Place and I could see a strange simetry between the two sides of the city. And all the people wore very similar clothes but only two colors seems avaiable: black and white; as if the world had only two collors to offer to these people. I was affected by the noises, some of then were really loud, so that I could not bear. The old man touched my head and said: 'It is all fine. You have already been in a lot of market and it is not so different of the others, just bigger.' We had our own business, ceramic jars and fair tapestry. I carried ever my own world in hands. It could take me away from all this multitude and noises. 'Calm' - said the old man again. That was really impressive that only he could understand me, only he seems to perceive what disturbed me, what affected me and in what way the things affected me. So I felt not alone with him. But he was an old man... how long yet could I have someone like him by my side?
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