Sunday, June 04, 2006

podcastIconEarly in the morning, the knife grinder appears on his bicycle. You always hear him, even from the sixteenth floor where I habitate. He parks himself, wrinkled and sunburned in dirty shorts, on the sidewalk between building 10 and building 9. He has a metal object in his hand which looks like a kind of black segmented snake. It makes a metallic, almost musical, clacking sound as he swings it gently back and forth. He makes this make its noise for a few minutes and then drops it into the front basket on his handlebars. He lights a cigarette and begins smoking, pacing slow circles near his bicycle and calling out to us. Eventually, someone comes and it's quiet for a while...

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