All the fire that is there, all the heat, all the faces and all the periodicity going on, randomness and vague motives. People, people and people: more people, so much more people! As I walk by, the shiny floor of marble, cleaned every now and then. Shops along the way: clothes, gadgets, auxiliaries, shoes, gold, foods, more foods! The Chinese couple on the sideways, trying to steal kisses. The Muslim girl on the lift secretly holding the boys hands. I do not want to look around the perfume shops, but I do every time. I do not know if those people are gays or homos, but I can see their stories in their eyes. Why are they like that? The music played on the background. I want to know who chooses the playlist here. All the songs are repetitive and boring. The tourist trying to find his ways. The smell of Coffee and bread. As I walk by, girls smiling. What is in their mind? Are they flirting? I do not care any ways. “Strangers” There is a pregnant woman in front of me,...