It is 4:30 p.m. A warm May sun bathes the afternoon. Perched on the back of a motorcycle taxi, a woman well into her thirties clings with one hand to the seat she shares with the driver while pressing a large, half-open bag against her chest. The bag bulges with everything she carries daily, now supplemented by the purchases she made that day.
Like thousands of residents of the metropolitan area, she relies on this mode of transportation and likely gives little thought to the dangers of the road. Routine makes one forget everything
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