Shave ice at the junction..
Junction Bus drops me off at the junction. Agreement was for me to wait here. Previous time which was my first time, I had to rush to get a car to move in different direction. Kind of like life sometimes at cross roads when you just have to move. This time though, I can wait. There is no space really to wait. Heat and dust. Gas station. Minibus. Food place. Chinese stores.. the huge Chinese store with the smaller Chinese shops. Man sitting near a deep blue cart, coloured cloth covering some things. I think it must be food. Move closer to him as there is nowhere else to go. See the man hand moving steadily . Shaving ice. I think to hell with sugar warnings and ask him for a small one. He points to the two customers waiting, one of them speaking in Spanish to the other. Both descended from Indian immigrants like me. Hand moving quickly, smooth strokes over the block of ice nestled in a plastic bag. Watch him open the shaver, put the trapezoid shap...