Here I am in the study room of a district library, empty, silent, icy-cold. The exam period is over, students disappear. Outside the window are lush treetops radiant under the bright July sunlight, making a contrast with the solid dark green underneath. Far beyond the park, blocks of functional public housing stand solitarily in the background, the wall washed grey, peeling, like an abandoned structure. One must be reasonably unimpressed with the architectural dullness. But the buildings are the home of thousands of families, and where there are people there are lives and different stories. You would imagine daughters are doing homework, mothers making lunch, and fathers meanwhile working hard somewhere to earn a living.

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