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Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. I felt much the same about the Munali road. It was where I lived, it was where I waited to be picked up each day and saw a fascinating collection of people walk by going about their business, where I chatted to the security staff at the college and learned about their lives and families, where I saw some amazing flowers, and where there was the most amazing light in the early evening.