By now, you can still see a few weather-beaten cyclos around albeit restricted to tourist quarters.
My kid will be lucky if she knows what a cyclo is.
She knows Google though.
Paperless and painless search. Now with semantic search.
My profile, age in particular, triggers online ads on retirement funds.
Each day, we clear out trash in our home office and online.
Meanwhile, cyclo guys paddle along, knowing that their trade is joining the ranks of old scribes, horse shoe makers and Kodak shops. And the cinema is about to close its curtain. My uncle’s cinema is now a storage.
I came back fully related to the character in Cinema Paradiso, with nostalgia.
The underlining theme is still there: where is that old blind film projectionist/mentor ? Mine is a guitarist who has recently…
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