them from the foreign lands
Posted by mandrake at 11:05 PM on July 20, 2011.
Something that came forth whilst i was on the train and looking at 2 foreign workers sitting in front of me. young eyes peered out from behind old leathery faces:
their sun darkened faces are deeply marked by the passage of time and the elements. unshaven, their clothes dusty, they sit quietly in the air conditioned cabin, only speaking to each other occasionally out from the cloud of exhaustion that surrounds them. curiosity gets the better of them as they peer shyly at the multitude of people getting onto the train with fleeting glance. clutching their bags as if it provided them with some sort of definite comfort, the cacophony of modernity clambers for their attention despite their quietness of spirit. they are flatmates, living together amidst the concrete jungle. relying on each other for whatever comfort they can wrest from the other.
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