An old man stands in the square outside the museums. He’s flying a kite that looks like a big black bird and he’s awesome!
Every time the kite looks like it is going to crash he lets out some string from his big spool and yanks a little at it.
Soon the kite is a little dot against the smoggy skyscrapers in the background again.
After a while another kite flyer shows up. He’s at least as elderly as the first one and brings the same kind of kite. A great big black bird.
It crashes right away!
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