A Spanish girl and a West African man get off the train from Barcelona and start walking together along the long trackside drag into town, deep in conversation. Suddenly she starts, and crosses the road, and they pass in silence the three old men sitting on a mound on a vacant lot. At the bridge they nod to one another, and he turns right to go under it while she turns left, up into the old town.
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