own an alley where one wouldn't expect to find such a place, there is a coffeehouse where people sit here and there talking amongst themselves. Opposite the coffeehouse, the owner of a small grocery has planted various kinds of vegetables that sprout up inside large rubber basins. As time passes, the people sitting at different tables grow familiar with each other and start to mix. One woman observes the others and writes down her thoughts. Even as the night grows late, they all remain in the coffeehouse.
