The roads outside are distinctly different from the ones inside. They are much bigger and thicker. Meant for vehicles only, most of them are connecting to freeway lanes nearby. Traffic islands, road dividers, filled with green patches. Traffic police at each island, inner lanes filled with cars parked and padestrians walking to and fro. Shops retailers and malls. Cars are big when they zip past me they leave me goose bumped, pot holes that are just dark dirty and deep, the kind noone can survive. Then area filled with garbage sewers open fuming with poisonous gases that can choke me at a distance. Then I’ll be coughing or fearing ENT infection for days or even breathing diseases. I have to keep spitting on the side walks to stay clean. Traffic so fast and furious that I can’t imagine crossing the main roads ever. So much so I’d get hurt even while trying to do so. Walking here on these roads is just an experience, when I get enough air I head back fearing and worrying whether I’ll make it back in one peace or not it’s precarious.