Deep in the ghettos of District 3, a small wet market slowly comes to life. Fishmongers displaying their fish and butchers preparing the meat for the day.
A stock man saunters towards a junction of stores. Store owners looked up from their chores as the man came to a stop at the centre.
In a powerful voice he pointed at each of them and commanded "ANTS!"
Heads quickly bowed and fast fingers worked in acknowledgement.
In two minutes, every person was holding out a small bag of their wares for the burly man.
Familiar glances and knowing smiles passed through their faces as he went around collecting the bags.
Community.
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