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One o’clock. I am walking home. Fast. Time after time, I move my books from one hand to another. They are heavy. I am thinking it’s one o’clock and I didn’t do much today. I have read only 80 pages, I am so ashamed!!!!  At Warren Station I want to cross on the other side of the street. There is a homeless who sleeps in a corner and I do not want to see him again today! I can’t help him and this breaks my heart each time when I pass by.  There are a lot of people around. Some drunk, some tipsy, some just happy. I suppose they come from a pub or party. But what party on Tuesday? Right, no party today….probably they come back from a pub, yes.  I walk fast. I think what my friend Kian told me about this area: he said that it is one of the worst areas in London, with a high theft rate. Is that true? Hmm…I become scared . But what can they take it from me? one of my 6 old anthropological books? Hmm….I imagine they can rape people. Yes, they can. I think that is one...