You find this place filling the spaces between the bridges. Before the first bridge you’ll see a cluster of people, all of them with empty hands waiting to be occupied. Their eyes glitter of passion to select the most materialistic thing they can get their hands on. When you cross this bridge you’ll see men, women wearing a completely different attire. Wearing wrinkled faces and preoccupied hands with bundles of paper they hurry into buildings while continuously peeping at their watches as if time was not the only thing they were losing.