A trip to the hells (II)

How can I call it? Curiosity, risk, foolishness? The thing is that today, the day after the unfortunate experience in the hells, I wanted to go back to the brothels street. I wanted to do it basically to take some pictures of the area, but this time with daylight. The street was full of activity. There were lots of people walking, loading and unloading trucks. There were also cars, rickshaws and animals going up and down the street. With daylight the narrow stairs among the shops seemed even dirtier and nastier than in the darkness. Many men went upstairs and downstairs also at that time.

From the other side of the street, the front of the buildings look colourful and bright, like any other building in the city. There are clothes hanging, huge advertisements and posters, and squirrels jumping on the trees and on the balconies. One can hear the chant calling the muslims to the prayer from a mosque nearby.

In Torino, Italy, I could see a lid of a gutter that it is said to be one of the few entrances to the hell that there are in the Earth. Maybe now I already know another one of them.