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The row of little houses standing on either side of the road reminded me of a line of squatting women, huddled close to each other. I live in the house at the very end on the right side, with my wife and little child. When I return after the day’s work, the sight of the houses and the road evokes in me, not pleasure, but a feeling of dissatisfaction that I cannot properly express. This has nothing to do with the ugliness and squalor that I see around me. |
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