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walk. He gives me directions and I run through the middle of the belching traffic. I make a couple of turns
and stop. There is nothing but moldy shambles in every direction, like cardboard boxes melting in the
rain. Manhattan is nowhere to be seen. I reflexively gripe, "Damn! The bastard left me in the middle of
nowhere! Now what the heck --" Then I realize what I am saying and where I am. My world of self-
induced troubles, which seemed frozen and gray, suddenly melts into bright colors and beautiful sounds. I
laugh a 1000-baht laugh.
In the end, I find my sunglasses and my driver. He deposits me back where I started. I walk back to
my hotel past the queue of tuk-tuk drivers. Each one, as if the others are nonexistent, asks, "Where you
go?"
"Do you know where crazy is?"
