It was so early...so unusual for me...
I went to the market before to go to work... It was so cold (even my shitty pic seems frozen... I bought some cheese, a some bread... A market is just a market...but thinking back about it...when I was a child, it was my little Museum of not Modern Art, it was a kind of living museum where I was able to see and take into my hands a little baby chicken that one day I would eat after my father would make it fat and my mother would put it in the oven...
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