Here the atmosphere smells of tradition, melancholy and loneliness. An ordinary day in an ordinary society. Here is someone who occupies the role assigned at birth, those who are one step away from getting lost or finding themselves and those who sustain a lie imposed by certain norms despite having other options.
But something different comes from outside the box. An outsider walks through the door, bursts in gently but brings with them an unruly presence, open, modern, flexible, different, disruptive like a punk, like a challenge, like a hope.
Something has to happen.

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