Liberty in plastic bags


It was my first time in London. I was so exited. It was raining, but not cold. Shining traffic lights led a flow of hasty bodies through grey streets.
I was curious to drink my first English tea, from a porcelain cup.
I asked in the first café round the corner:
< Do you have tea in porcelain cups?>

I asked in the second place.

Photos by Nicole Dörr

Photos by Nicole Dörr

I went over to the third.
Indeed, they had tea in porcelain cups.
It was the only no name café in the street.
The other guests were two old Ladies. Both were blind.
One asked me to tell her what I saw outside the window.
, I read out loud the words on the sign of a shop on the other side of the street.
the old Lady exclaimed when I explained to her.
, I deciphered the sign on the top of the next shop.
, the other old Lady said thoughtfully.

Photo by Nicole Dörr

Photo by Nicole Dörr

I looked back on the street where now two women stepped out of a shop., I answered,

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