Posted on Facebook on 27 May 2013. It is cold and foggy, and I am rushing toward the Tube station. Men with dark suits are bustling, walking briskly with newspapers folded neatly under their armpits. There is a long, narrow horse-drawn carriage with very large wooden wheels being driven to the station ramp, which now appears to be sloping downwards. The carriage has large sacks of flour and two bundles of wooden sticks. The young boy driving the carriage is struggling to turn it through the narrow sloping ramp. There is a torrent of people coming out the other direction. Among them are…
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