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Strolling

I am strolling through the streets of Ghent. Jump in another tram. The sun is shining, but it is cold. Very cold. Close my coat a little bit more.
On the tram I hear people talking, no Dutch, Russian I think.
A woman is staring through the window. I guess this is why trams have windows, to stare through. Not to look at the people in the tram, avoid conversations.
We like the quiet.
Two women get on the tram, start talking Arab. 'Wallah'
I smile.
This is why I like my city.
The multicultural effect.
My city is sometimes the world...

City at sunset