This space beneath this overpass is lonely. Taxi drivers can catch a private catnap here, and blackmarket goods may be safely transferred from one vehicle to another.
On Tuesday I saw the remains of an entire mini-ATM behind the embankment. Someone had spirited the cash dispenser here to this gray zone. Pieces of the battered and sawed bank machine lay in a 10 foot radius, its core, a cashbox, was asunder, its contents long gone. By the next day, the whole thing had been cleaned up, no evidence of the crime remaining, not even a chalked outline of the ATM's lifeless corpse.