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On a Sunday afternoon in a back street of Brick Lane, way to go The Spital Fields Marcket, I and Rich met a little Asian girl handing us a paper work, which might be made by her. The paper was decorated with some odd patterns cutting with cissors. She didn't say anything but I remember that she nodded when we asked her if it was a present for us.

I was so impressed with this magic moment by a little stranger, in her courage to try communicating with adult strangers like us.