# 18
The mantra inside was getting deafening. Incense smoke was starting to shade the few rays of light trying to make it to the outside.
The man was a bit too rigid, staying close to the frame of the door, careful not to let anyone see what he was holding there in the shadows. His gaze scrutinized people as they were passing by, minding their own business. He could maybe see some little detail, some little thing leading him to think that particular individual could be a threat to whatever was happening inside the temple...

From the exhibition: Every street has a story to tell... (by: hern42).