Rainy Season

Shopping for breakfast fruit before 8am the tai chi ladies were found under Block 9 going through their routines, in the echo chamber there the co-ordinated rifle cracks of their bright red fans amplified. Putting that acoustic together with the later image of the Indian men sprawled across the same space going out for lunch a few hours later the connection was inescapable. On the bus on Guillemard corner some of the Indian chaps without plastic sheeting had laid themselves down longways on the path, leaving the passage clear for any shoppers taking that route to City Plaza. Within the room the early rain had been inaudible and it was only after emerging that the drips from the canvas awnings could be heard and some gurgling in the drains.