In an open vegetable car,
I saw an old woman
hugging his cold knee
while released the frozen smoke in the air that morning.
His face reminds me of mother.
It was four o'clock in the morning, the moon above his head highlighted his glowing white hair which showed that the struggle for life knew no age limit.
When entering the city, the red lights flashed in front of the city bus terminal which was still quiet, I turned my face for a moment to the dirty river in the middle of the city.
I saw the moon going down into the river washing his hair and rinsing it several times seemed like a long fight last night.
I saw a narrow muddy hallway, children playing balls barefoot and blocking unknown people from using knives that early in the day.
Where am I, one hour later?