Street Scene

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“Jesus, Ed, is this whole city of made of hills? Why the hell did we come here?”

“Oh, Marta, stop complaining. We haven’t been out of the country since our honeymoon. I wanted you to see where I was stationed during the war. It’s good to get out and see different cultures once in a while.”

“If you consider graffiti covered walls ‘culture,’ then sure.”

“I have no idea why I even bother. You’d much rather be at home like always instead of getting out and exploring the world.”

“Yes! I would! Home is exactly where we belong.”

“We’re here and we’re damn well going to enjoy it.”

“Well, you did spend all of our money to get us here. Is that man urinating in public? Good grief.”

“Of course, he isn’t, Marta. Don’t be ridiculous. Come on. The old HQ I want you to see is right up here at the top of the hill.”

“Of course it’s at the top of the hill. It couldn’t possibly be at the bottom…”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“There are no address numbers on any of these buildings.”

“Well, running around aimlessly isn’t going to help, Mark.”

“Well, what do you suggest we do? Just stand here with our arms crossed looking all superior like you’re doing?”

“Oh, stop. Is there a local around here? There must be someone who knows. Let’s ask someone.”

“The only people I see are tourists like us.”

“Well, someone must know. It’s not like you can have a city without street addresses. Ask this guy. He’s got a map.”

“Fine. Excuse me, sir, do you know where to find 736? There are no numbers on the buildings.”

“Well, let’s have a look. I think we are here.”

“Actually, I believe we’re on the other side of the city here.”

“Oh, yes, you’re right. I was looking at it upside-down. In that case, well…”

“Can I borrow it for a second?”

“Oh, sure.”

“I think we’re here and there are no addresses on the buildings because we’re in an alley. We need to go around the block to the street.”

“Alright. You’re the one with the map.”

“Sir? Thank you so much for the map. I think we have it sorted now.”

“Oh, sure. No problem.”

“Martin? What are you doing here?”

“Angela? Is that you? I’ve had this vacation planned for the last three years! What are you doing here?”

“I quit. I went to the airport and jumped on the first available international flight and here I am with no luggage, no job and well, no money, really. I’ve always wanted to blindly hop on the first available flight and now I have.”

“You quit? I thought you liked it there.”

“I did until Peter accused me of stealing. I snapped. I walked right out and came here. It’s all been a bit of a blur really. I have no idea what to do next.”

“How about dinner? There’s a lovely place around the corner. Well, at least it used to be lovely ten years ago.”

“Sure, as long as you’re buying.”