Sinaida Michalskaja
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I was in the Tube, looking out of its moving window towards the stream of passing house and shopping windows. When the Tube entered a tunnel and
the windows blackened, I noticed the passengers and how almost all of them were holding to and looking into their own personal windows. I felt how the 140 grams of virtual window was filling out my palm. At that point the window somehow slipped my mind.
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