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Look at this scene in the city of eggs, In Vietnam. Look if they can each time a different site. Maybe we are ants, as many say, bigger, more voracious and more powerful. But from that height, The human world seemed a disorderly anthill. But, that roundabout without traffic lights that govern it, With cars and motorcycles entering and leaving, worked perfectly in his imperfection. I spent a embossed time before getting the phone and recording the sequence. In Hanoi and Ho Chi Min, traffic is more crazy, The city sounds like horn and clutch, But that happened in a quiet place.
I looked and hoped there was an accident. I looked like vehicles touched, It seemed to be hit, Envoy so far just squeeze the brake. But there were no blows because I understood that in the midst of that chaos there was an order that did not need rules. Maybe too many fears, Too many rules, And there the problem arises. In that roundabout, As there is nothing to give guilt, No one is allowed to accelerate more because they cannot instill the other. And what happens? That everyone stops.
Video: Ismael Pardo Vega
