From the window off a gallery, I look at three men in the street.
They are reading dense texts written on A4 sheet, pasted onto a kiosk.
They stay here for a long time, I can't understand what they are doing.
I am starting to wonder if they are reading some verses Koran, displayed
for free on the street, for people who can't buy a book. To be sure,
I ask someone working here, and he tells me "well, this is horse race"