They drive along. The big open spaces call out to them as identical buildings looking like huge brown cubes are scattered along. Davide drives on as his car jets onto the spacious pathways around.
Silence looms in the car and soon enough, the landscape changes. No picturesque scenery that can be snapped with a camera to brag about places on has seen to locals back at home. There are no buildings that look identical, nor the statue of the black elephant up high.
All that surrounds them are concrete walls with graffiti splashed on them, narrow roads that have an essence of desolation and despair. Cathy notices prostitutes standing on the sides of the streets as the car moves along at a steady pace. From what she sees, she swears to herself that it will never come to that. By the looks of her surroundings, she can tell that this kind of neighborhood is perhaps one of the neighborhoods that Selena was talking about when it comes to selling drugs.
