where do they end

In that slow , moving trail of vans , some heading up, while others used the other way. So many , and I could only figure out the amount of beings in them. Through the window, I could somehow watch them, maybe everyone was going through different emotions according to their facial expressions, no time, just wait, very soon, and alot of some other things.  Where really were they heading? Maybe it's the same place where I saw those two vehicles colide? Nairobi,  a crazy space for living. 🥲

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