We left the city limits, and no sooner had we left, Chris pulled the car over to the side of the street, looking at some potato fields, said: "Chick, well, shall we go visit the people?" She then, without waiting for my response, opened the car door, and started walking towards the fields, where one could see high reaching wooden skeleton like towers. "By the way," I said, "... who are the people?" I was following behind her as she got out of the car and started walking into the semi-wet, somewhat dusty and lumpy field of dirt, and then she said, hesitantly: "I like it here... the sky is so blue" then looking at the bodies all about, their backs bent over she said "those are potato pickers... " it all looked so strange to me: why were we here in the first place? I asked myself. All the same, Chris looked comforted by being here, as it was strange for me, wondering why we were being here. On the other hand, it give me the impression she had a simple and commonplace side to her, like I had. We stood in the middle of the field for a long minute...



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