It is said you can learn a lot from a country and a society if you stroll through its markets. And that’s what she always did when she visited a new place.
But this time it was different.
She wasn’t visiting.
She was there forcefully, without even having the option to choose. There was no alternative. That’s what she was told.
The market was not a hospitable place, nor one you enjoyed walking through.
Merchants were trying to rip-off their potential clients, and small children were deftly trying to steal whatever they could without being caught.
‘Ideal’, she exhaled, despaired.
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