The Passerby
The Man (in a mocking way) : These poor people have a nasty smell. I just hate their poverty stricken body odour.. yack!
I (in my silent mind) : This is the smell of the Reality. This is the smell of the struggle. We are unfortunate...
I (in my silent mind) : This is the smell of the Reality. This is the smell of the struggle. We are unfortunate...