The car drove out of town and into a block I'd not seen before.

Low and shabby buildings hung with dirty signs and banners, which made the streets more stifling. There were no balconies on some buildings, so people hung their clean clothes around the windows, which was a sharp contrast with the dirty, low wall.

It was a miniature of art and life, or dream and reality. After a winding path, the car stopped in a narrow street. Jonathan opened the car door, outside noisy peddling ...