I am in love with an ordinary man. I see him wave off people on strange roads, sweat on his brow and a curse on his tongue. I love the charioteers who bleat their horns like lost sheep in traffic chaos. And I love the guard with his gun that has become a scratch post.The brave moustache on his bony face. I love the dust that refuses to settle and the barking sun. The workers from alien lands gloating over their shiny, new hard hats. I love the monotonous man that chops the onions and potatoes all day, dying in the cinder heat. The little glimmer in the brown eyes of the tea-bearer. I love the bewildered days and nights and the dreams that rage unseen in their eyes. I love their secret love that keep the gears rolling and the machine moving.