Paul’s Ramblings

As you make your way under the road you can’t help but wish there were a more dignified way of crossing the busy intersection. The remaining, occasionally flickering, fluorescent lights struggle to illuminate the soviet-era tiled walls causing you to strain your eyes while looking to avoid broken glass or anything else on the ground in front of you; the smell of urine unavoidable. Then, out of seemingly no where, you hear the music of a piano accordion, skilfully played, and an accompaniment of singing echoing toward you. He’s a brave and pleasant old chap; making the bowels of a soulless traffic intersection seem almost alive.

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