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"It was the first time in fifteen years that I had seen so many people at once, that my ears had heard so many sounds, and my senses had been assailed in this way. ... There were more women in the street, dressed in European-style clothes and make-up; they were well groomed.
This continual procession of people walking with their heads down, not seeing where they were going, reminded me of Chaplin's Modern Times. I felt curiously sorry for them. All in all, they were more to be pitied than I was. Perplexed, I mused: 'So is this life, is this freedom? They are just as much prisoners as I was . . .' "