Large Street Performance
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Writer 최고관리자 Date 26-05-24 08:30 Hit 11 Comment 0Body
I suddenly stepped out to the left and then to the right.
In front of me,
it looks like a street performance is taking place.
A temporary tent has been set up.
It is set up about 3 to 5 times higher than usual and is quite large in scale.
It is a main road; it blocks both lanes, and
there are many people gathered on it.
Music that I am familiar with is playing. It is playing loudly.
A man with a boombox on his shoulder is walking over from the other side.
He gestures for me to listen to the song.
A short, bald man suddenly gets busy.
He tells them to pull up the thick, sagging burlap tent on the left.
I think the performance is about to begin in earnest.
Because if the tents on both sides block the view, the sound will be quiet and won't be able to spread far.
An older man who was working hangs onto it. He seems to be playing a prank.
The bald man pushes the hanging man with all his might.
He swings back and forth like a swing.
I wonder if that man is helping with the work? It looks like a joke, so I wonder if this is something they do every day.
It is busy. It seems they are suddenly clearing out this area.
They have temporarily constructed a tunnel that is incredibly high, like a greenhouse.
Among them, a tarpaulin covering about half of the left side is covered.
The supervisor grabs the tarpaulin with all his might and throws it toward where I am standing.
He throws it with great skill and force.
The tarpaulin rolls up and comes toward me.
I quickly catch it and store it safely to one side.
Before I know it, I am sitting on the center line of the road. An older man is sitting next to me as well.
"Ah, when are we going to eat..." the man next to me mutters to himself.
Come to think of it, his party is right by the roadside.
Should I eat too? Where should I eat? I think for a moment.
The blue bus center line is unusual. It is wide enough for a motorcycle to pass.
And safety poles are stuck in the middle.
I wondered if there might be people or motorcycles passing through the middle, but it didn't seem like that was the case. I could see a police officer walking in the distance.
And before I knew it, the tents were cleared away, and many buses were gathered there.
The buses were all jumbled up.
- Look at that bus over there, where is it going?
- I bet all the buses are turning right.
- That's how it's done by law.
- But I'm the only exception. In places where buses aren't allowed, I can make a left turn as an exception.
The man next to me was talking to himself and answering himself.
So the buses here only turn right... and they say that only people living in areas where buses can't turn right are allowed to make a left turn as an exception... Yeah... that seems somewhat reasonable.
In front of me,
it looks like a street performance is taking place.
A temporary tent has been set up.
It is set up about 3 to 5 times higher than usual and is quite large in scale.
It is a main road; it blocks both lanes, and
there are many people gathered on it.
Music that I am familiar with is playing. It is playing loudly.
A man with a boombox on his shoulder is walking over from the other side.
He gestures for me to listen to the song.
A short, bald man suddenly gets busy.
He tells them to pull up the thick, sagging burlap tent on the left.
I think the performance is about to begin in earnest.
Because if the tents on both sides block the view, the sound will be quiet and won't be able to spread far.
An older man who was working hangs onto it. He seems to be playing a prank.
The bald man pushes the hanging man with all his might.
He swings back and forth like a swing.
I wonder if that man is helping with the work? It looks like a joke, so I wonder if this is something they do every day.
It is busy. It seems they are suddenly clearing out this area.
They have temporarily constructed a tunnel that is incredibly high, like a greenhouse.
Among them, a tarpaulin covering about half of the left side is covered.
The supervisor grabs the tarpaulin with all his might and throws it toward where I am standing.
He throws it with great skill and force.
The tarpaulin rolls up and comes toward me.
I quickly catch it and store it safely to one side.
Before I know it, I am sitting on the center line of the road. An older man is sitting next to me as well.
"Ah, when are we going to eat..." the man next to me mutters to himself.
Come to think of it, his party is right by the roadside.
Should I eat too? Where should I eat? I think for a moment.
The blue bus center line is unusual. It is wide enough for a motorcycle to pass.
And safety poles are stuck in the middle.
I wondered if there might be people or motorcycles passing through the middle, but it didn't seem like that was the case. I could see a police officer walking in the distance.
And before I knew it, the tents were cleared away, and many buses were gathered there.
The buses were all jumbled up.
- Look at that bus over there, where is it going?
- I bet all the buses are turning right.
- That's how it's done by law.
- But I'm the only exception. In places where buses aren't allowed, I can make a left turn as an exception.
The man next to me was talking to himself and answering himself.
So the buses here only turn right... and they say that only people living in areas where buses can't turn right are allowed to make a left turn as an exception... Yeah... that seems somewhat reasonable.
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