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Eye Hacmahmoud

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    I pass through these backstreets everyday. Up and down...I've always loved the belt on my waist, it's good to stick to something. While ground and sky are always on the move, how the human not seek for a safe place? Doesn't he carry something he will hold and hold on to? But even if he carries the world by himself, sometimes it is not enough still. Because human being can never stop his unrest of earth. Sometimes he wishes to be invisible with a camouflage, and sometimes to stand before every colour with a clean white courage like a white belt. By the way, who has wished to drift away and leave his homaland for centuries?