On my way to the shopping street I walk in clogs (I don’t have any other footwear) on a sidewalk consisting of paving stones.
Twenty meters in front of me, a woman pushes her back against a shop window.
When I pass her she smiles snidely: “I thought a horse was coming.”
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A version of this article also appeared in NRC in the morning of March 4, 2022