"The Street of Two Birds"

Being a stranger is not only happen when you are the strange face in the neighbor hood, being a foreigner walking on the unfamiliar street, the feeling of being stranger could happen even when you are in your own motherland or even within your own family.

Being a stranger is the situation when you perceive something different from others. Then you act what others don’t expect and what you get is an unexpected reaction.

One afternoon, there was a heavy traffic jam on street No 53.
It was a narrow local street, cutting through a small agricultural city.
Though the street was always full with trucks and cars passing to other bigger places, a traffic jam was something that hardly ever happened.

There was a car accident.

An old couple. The wife had Alzheimer’s.
Everyday her husband took her out for fresh air; put her in the car and drove around the village.
On that day, while they were driving across that narrow dangerous street, a truck hit their car in the middle. The husband was dead.

The news touched everyone’s heart.
They were well known people in the area.
They’d been living here for a long time and had been crossing that small street in their village often.
Everyone knew that Moriya had grown rapidly in just a few years. But I’m not sure if the local people living there had realized that the small street in front of their house had become a high way.
Maybe because I was new to the city, every time I found myself cycling side by side with the trucks, I could tell that the streets must have changed a lot.

To pay homage to the couple that I’d never met, I made rubbings of the image of a family of birds, the logo of the city, from a metal drain cover on the street.
“The Street of Two Birds”