The sea of knockoffs proves too much for the women who accompany my father and me. In what seemed a split second, all six of the women, none older than seventeen, scatter to the winds. Each carries more money than some of our fellow shoppers would see in a month. The better part of our spending money is in the safe at our hotel.
My father and I decide to split up. In that moment every one of my muscles tensed, my nostrils flared, and my brain was half-drowned in a sea of adrenaline. Ours is a very fragile sort of safety. Eventually, we find all of them again. They’re a bit conspicuous.
It’s a long walk back to our hotel.
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Article comments
1 - Steve Burns
Very well written Brian. I believe you captured the essence of the market perfectly. I could almost see the pirated DVDs.