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Usually at this time of the year,Christmas carols can be heard all over New York.They will waftfrom any street and lane,even from the dirtiest station of the dirtiest route, Route 7.Manypeople have to change trains there.When dusk falls, the commuters have to line up to moveupstairs.

The train is to clime up and onto the overpass and drive its way through this dirty and messyblock.Peering downwards and into the windows of some extremely dilapidated building, passengers may sometimes see some mysterious-looking orientals dressed in Japanese-styledark suits practicing karate. Looking further downwards,they may see an elderly black womanwearing a dirty flowery skirt, and holding a big plastic bag.Breathing with much difficulty, sheis tottering along. If one happens to be in a dreamy and imaginative mood,he might think hehas blundered into Hollywood and happens to be watching the making of a crime film. This isAmerica too!

At the sight, some “rags to riches” dreamers might burst into tears. The other day, Christmasfast approaching, I was changing trains here. It was cold and wet. People inched forward, intending to change to Route 7. Then I heard the voice of a child, who was singing “SilentNight” to the accompaniment of a small accordion. They were standing at the foot of thestairs, an elderly man and a little boy. Holding a little red tin can in one hand, the boy wasringing an iron bell with the other. His little face that appeared above his black overcoat wasflushed in the cold air. Some passengers produced coins and dropped them with a tinkle intothe can. In the bone-chilling dusk, the bell kept ringing, and the child singing, loud and clear.

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