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THE WHOLE TIME, THE SUN.1 When weget out of the car,westare ateach other without blinking. Itwas this burning,which I couldn’t stand anymore,that made me moveforward.2 e sun on our upturned faces dries the last of the water trickling into our mouths.3 All wecan feel are the cymbals of sunlight crashing on our heads and, indistinctly, a dazzling spear flying up in front of us.4 Pain makes us pay aention; wewatch our bodies.5 Takea closer look atthe world. Whathurts. e day,already bright with sun, hit uslike a slap in the face.6 1. Camus, Albert. e Stranger. Translatedby Mahew Ward. New York: Random House,1993. 2. Ibid. 3. Ibid. 4. Ibid. 5. Ahmed, Sara. e CulturalPolitics of Emotion. New York: Routledge,2015. 6. Camus, Albert. e Stranger.(9)