The voice used to be loud and I heard it often. The sound usually adorns the day when noon approaches. The voice of a man selling his wares walked around on foot in the sweat he carried every day. In order to meet the needs of life, he lived in the world.
The belt seller is different from usual. He goes around shouting kara "belt, leather belt, belt, leather belt".
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The time when I was a teenager. A time when not many modern markets have been built. The time when there was no word for shopping from home online. The time when I or others, if you want to buy something, have to go to a shop, or an existing traditional market, or also wait for the seller of goods or something to walk around every day.
The belt seller, maybe the belt he sells is not the same as the well-known brands that are sold specifically in well-known stores. And maybe the quality is not the same. But if you think about it logically. His need is only as a belt that can tie the waist and provide a better value for neatness.
Especially if I remember the school days when you are required to wear a black belt. And sometimes it doesn't matter even though the black belt color fades with age. A beautiful memory from the past.
Back to the memory of the existence of the belt seller. Does he still sell belts? In the midst of the current progress of the times, where are those who used to peddle their wares around in pursuit of a mouthful of rice? Selling while carrying their wares because they can't afford to rent a place to sell their merchandise.