On a windy autumn day this old Jordanian man made his way slowly up the hill. When he reached the trash cans in the street, he paused and slowly glanced around. He set down his sack and bent down to pick up a plastic bag. The plastic bag contained a few loaves of stale arabic pitta bread. He quickly grasped it and walked away. A few metres away, having noticed that his load was lighter, he remembered his sack and went back to get it as swiftly as his old legs could carry him.
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