a few days ago, when browsing around google maps, i came across a curious looking small grid of roads near my route from home to office.
on closer glance, it looked like i may have found an alternate route that bypasses quite a few traffic jams on my way home.
so on tuesday, after work, i decided to explore the area.
what followed was something that took me back 15 years, when i was a big fan of doom: it looked like a secret passage.
it appeared out of nowhere. i wouldn't have even noticed it if i wasn't looking for it. it was a dark, narrow path, lined with high bushes on either side, peppered with briskly walking men and strangely aggressive bikers.
mud soon gave way to muck and slush, and finally, i got to the point where i thought the map was wrong: a 50-foot stream (more like an oversized gutter, actually).
everyone i had asked said there was only one way across that gutter, and that was the big, traffic-laden bridge, with traffic jams at both ends... and that was the main road.
but they were wrong. google maps was right.
there was a bridge. one that would have only been open to pedestrians, if it wasn't for a broken turnstile at either end (i'm sure it was the doing of those aggressive bikers!)
a few hundred feet later, i was back to civilization, and the strange aura of that mysterious path gave way to a squalid slum.
that's when i realized why there was such a tight grid of roads nearby: it was a neatly-laid-out network of lanes that led to each clump of shanties in the slum.
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