10 For many of us—we are one—the street is a hostile place, a chaos that the passage of time and the loss of youthful strength makes difficult to endure. The noise, the crowds, the lack of space, the rush, the shouts, the cars, the asphalt... It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to leave the house without looking like a terrified animal. The door that separates me from the outside is the wall that grants me some measure of calm, and when it opens, it spits me out into an environment I don't recognize as my own; it's not welcoming, it hurts.

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