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I think it has to do with the exotic in the familiar - and what is familiar being exotic.
We don't have a tribesman from the Phillipines driving through our neighbourhood everyday (though we have lots of other sights and sounds that would seem super strange to many of you...).
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The wooden scooter also catches you off guard. I drive a black (and rusting) metal Honda scooter. Would love to slip by on the wooden jobbie our friend is using. The familiar in unfamiliar form...
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Finally, the expression on the face of the man. So, well - normal. He seems to have stepped out a Tintin comic (you almost expect Thompson and Thomson to be in pursuit) and yet though he has a slight smile - he seems to be moving forward as if he is the most normal person in the world.
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Which he is.
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We create our own exotica by what we don't see in our surroundings. For this dear man - his life is as ordinary (and as many splendoured) as each one of us experiences our own.
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