Hato
The street looked deserted. Not a sound. As if nobody lives here anymore. A man carrying a burden of trash on his back was the only one walking down this lane. My mother grew up in a house on this lane.
Man at Kralkhod
in bits and pieces
in bits and pieces
Hato
The street looked deserted. Not a sound. As if nobody lives here anymore. A man carrying a burden of trash on his back was the only one walking down this lane. My mother grew up in a house on this lane.
