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Unluckily, the day begins: a bomb
has detonated in Mumbai. Again,
we ask ourselves. Is this what we’ve become?
Unluckily, the night has eyes. A train
makes music of the city’s sleeplessness
again; a baby shrieks with hunger or
the need to have its diaper changed. Unless
he finds a job, the…
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