The other day I was in a hurry to get home. I was walking fast, so I could go for a run. That is a concept that is rather silly – sorry, I have to come back to that Bauman story again... But when I walk fast, people ask me what is the hurry? "Pole pole" they may add, which doesn't warn me that I am about to run (or walk) into a pole, but simply means "Slow." A lot of the lifestyle is based on pole pole and people often don't understand when you are in a hurry.
Even the people that run home from work do so at a leisurely pace, except some try to race me when I come by for a workout. It's kinda funny, and I am always astonished how well they run, considering their lack of good shoes and running in long, uncomfortable work clothes. And recently I tripped over a speed bump on the side walk. It was clear sign to me. Pole pole.
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