kindness of strangers
George Orwell
In the Metro yesterday from the airport a man climbed onboard wearing immaculately pressed charcoal-coloured windbreaker and pleated pants, the uniform (according to his bright yellow logo) of a security firm: securidad. Later in the afternoon we saw two of his colleagues guarding a castle. He sat down and pulled out a beautiful copy of George Orwell’s 1984 and began to read. The cover was black with a big red slightly bleeding or tearful eye drawn on it.
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