A Couple of Strawberry Lots | In the rapid changes in urban life where cities try to maximize their real estate, flattening the old and modest neighbourhoods, building new sets of high-rises, or just take farm lands and change it to new neighbourhoods, so there, at the end of the street, bordering a highway exit, are hanging on to the ground two lots of strawberry fileds producing the nicest and sweetest strawberries you could taste.
They are priced as gold, being it a short season, where its peak is conflicting with with rainy days - where they need to be kept dry (the rain is making them ripe too fast).
The shack that sells them is fighting the high winds and the heavy rain, no heat, is hosted by a local worker from the near by village that is greateful for the fact that she has a job, and that people that stop by care to be pleasnt to her.
She offers a free strawberry to chew on while you are getting confused selecting the box with the best looking berries.
The packed neighbourhood near the lot is full of working class young families, no one has patiance or time to be polite, it is easy to confuse the gray building, the gray sky and the gray people. The only bright color that you can see is the shiny red of the strawberries.
From the distance the buildings look like a giant shaver that aims to trim the entire area, that is still holding some local farms and legacy villages where the founding generation of the country came from, knowing that they hold on to the most expensive grounds in the area.
The traction between population growth, the need for housing while still proteting some of the legacy is felt strongly when you run the inner roads.
It is only a matter of time and money before the strawbery fields will give in to a couple of appartment buildings. The local villager will need to find a new place to be thankful to, the gray people will need to find a new source of color or just stay gray.
Strawberry anyone?
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