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The street is getting tighter around the man... He is running. He can't remember now since when he is running. His feet keep carrying him further and further. He can't even remember from whom or from what is he running...
He passes right through a sordid neighborhood. Children defecate and watch him anxiously. They want money. But he is broke. He doesn't even remember if he ever had a wallet. He runs and runs! The feet become his soul mates. They rescue him from the dark abyss... Where is he going... Where is he coming from? Who is he... Does he have parents, does he have a loved one? All questions that need answering, all questions that let him naked in front of the world... And it is a cruel world that shines under the lights of Hong Kong in the though night...
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