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08 March 2014

That bungalow with red plates

Along a small street of about 30 houses, lies a bungalow where the curtains have always been pretty, where the food is eaten off red plates and the tablecloth is as colorful as the light that breaks through a prism. There are two toy dogs of mixed breed that playfully walk in and out through the wooden door.

The stepping stones have broken tiles on them and from the exposed dirt grow some plants with tiny red flowers. Right now, there are tons of Minnie Mouse in it owned by a kid who loves to scribble and eat bread for breakfast.

There is also a bamboo bench if you feel like relaxing and a few bottles of beer and soda that sometimes stand right next to that smiling Asian couple I was never knew from where but had always been there.

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