A Moment...

Quick memory; 2nd week in Dhaka, stuck in heavy traffic, it's hot, humid and polluted... I hear thumping bass... i look around, can't spot where it's coming from... couple minutes later, I hear it again... a car pulls up next to our van... two young guys, windows down, system up... bumping "Pump It Up" by Joe Budden... of all the songs in the world...

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