Nobody is interested. And he doesn't seem to care if someone listens or not. A stream of cars, buses, and people flows by on the road. A river of metaphors and similes flows through his head. When everything stops at the traffic lights it is midnight back in his village.
Morning starts when lights turn green.
When someone honks his neighbor's dog barks. When a yellow car passes by a thousand mustard flowers bloom in his head. A tall man passes with his shadow vanishing behind him. My father thinks of Pauli who left his village for Malaya and Never came back. A smile appears on his lips and disappears.