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There is no elevator. We walk up the eight flights of stairs, hesitating on the last one, looking at each other, out of breath: we have no right to be here. The roof is a maze of corridors, narrow passageways between huts built of sheet metal, wood, brick ...
There is no elevator. We walk up the eight flights of stairs, hesitating on the last one, looking at each other, out of breath: we have no right to be here. The roof is a maze of corridors, narrow passageways between huts built of sheet metal, wood, brick ...
There is no elevator. We walk up the eight flights of stairs, hesitating on the last one, looking at each other, out of breath: we have no right to be here. The roof is a maze of corridors, narrow passageways between huts built of sheet metal, wood, brick ...
There is no elevator. We walk up the eight flights of stairs, hesitating on the last one, looking at each other, out of breath: we have no right to be here. The roof is a maze of corridors, narrow passageways between huts built of sheet metal, wood, brick ...
There is no elevator. We walk up the eight flights of stairs, hesitating on the last one, looking at each other, out of breath: we have no right to be here. The roof is a maze of corridors, narrow passageways between huts built of sheet metal, wood, brick ...
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