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madra  looked   around  her, then  far  in the  distance, the  bus sop had  a  vacant  feel, she  was  alone  there  waiting  for  her  bust  to  take  her  to  her  university  , it  was  her   routine  , the  cobbler  sitting  by  the  road   was  a  familiar  sight, he  said  the  bus  was  not  coming  because  the  driver  was beaten up by the  students  , there  was  a  strike