‘Gone to Friday prayers, back in hour’…nail bars, pawn shops (the conversion of currency), XL pink suitcases, the air pungent with cigarette smoke. On the border – preachers with literature and microphones (and a Portugal shirt), barbers, fast food, the odd chapel…Poland, Nigeria, posters masking the long ceased (for trading) shops. Prescription medicine downed from the bottle. The ever changing/static east.