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After that, we got ready.
I didn't have much to bring. Just my work bag containing my laptop, a few files, some measuring tools, and the usual small gear I needed for fieldwork.
Yuna, on the other hand, looked incredibly excited. Even though she wasn't carrying anything at all.
"Papa, are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
"Let's go."
"Yeah."
And with that, we headed out.
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It didn't take long to get there.
As we neared the venue, the atmosphere of the streets began to shift.
Several roads were already closed off.
Traffic diversion signs stood at various corners.
Attendants were busy directing the passing vehicles.
Along the streets, festival posters had been put up—who knows since when.
Brightly colored flyers were plastered onto utility poles, notice boards, and storefront walls.
Bold letters announced:
*Summer Cultural Festival.*
Illustrations of fireworks and lanterns decorated the bottom edges.
And lining that very street was a row of massive trucks.
