I felt completely lost, panicky even. White, round words had been painted beside the sidewalk, on the tar: Look Right. The luggage weight was pulling at my arm veins as I rolled it across the road but all I could think about was that heavy tide of foreigners passing me by. Like those walking-nightmares where no matter how much you keep moving your feet, your body never follows. O'Connell St. forces any oblivious mind to keep sharp. It made me feel I belonged, that that was really it. Home.
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