These men who shine shoes and work at the magazine stand were, despite the sudden cloudburst, playing a game with cards and coins and a newspaper. I wanted to know how it all worked, what made them so intent on the game: the money, the competition, the necessary strategy. I wanted to know the name of the game. At the same time, I did not want their attention or permission to take this photo of them in the throes of whatever contest consumed them.
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