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Abandoned in the middle of a concrete slab, it looks out over the busy harbour port. Its roof is painted in faded colours, the red white and blue of national pride.
Its concrete structure towers above the busy motorway. The people seem unreal, shadow puppets silhouetted against the brightness of the sky. They pass over it like autumn leaves, insubstantial and soon forgotten.
He stands at an old concrete bus stop. Straight and tall, he is clad in a sensible plant-green waxed jacket. He stares as we drive past, his long off-white beard hanging in a neat triangle down to his navel.