He heats the bread on coal; it's not that one which they use for Shisha. This coal comes from other lands; he pointed the hand behind his body. I have that taste on my tongue. I have eaten many lands to build my land. Still, I am other here, the document that makes me busy and purposeful, while my boss renews it every year. In the evening I have time, so I do cleaning in the more shops. No, I have walked same, every day, but with different reasons. There are so many interesting meanings in the dirt, some also excavate them. You can see them in Sunday Market. He also sells bread there when the construction sites pause. That day, the sites look like a photograph, but then they have some animation of the city or building images around the borders of the site. Those images are satisfying and make a time familiar and close. I like to take a selfie with it more than the seaside, and the phone saves them. When I see these pictures, I feel I am a part of something.