And then I notice the two extra seats apparently retro-fitted in the back - facing the back of the tempo. The only two seats, which are not shielded from the angry sun. Two men sit in these seats, trying to keep out of the sun out but barely succeeding - sweating and barely awake as the sun saps them of life. One of these men was intently, though not surprisingly with a big grimace, trying to pull his tooth out. Or so it seemed to me.
A little squeamish from the sight, I look the other way, and almost jump out of my seat.
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