An Uyghur kid, met in the streets of Old Kashgar. He was not daring to go too far from his parents' house. Slowly, just some few centimeters away, staying next to the wall, and playing with a microscopic stone. Why do we loose this capability of using our imagination to make of very simple things very elaborated stories? (China, Xinjiang, Kashgar, May 2005)
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