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There's a little side road I cycle along when leaving work, a short cul-de-sac that leads out onto the High Street. On one side are the buildings where I work and on the other are the anonymous back walls of one and two-story business premises.  One of them has a powerful air conditioning (or refrigeration) unit always blowing out onto the street, and not just in summer but in the dead of winter, too. While it's pretty noisy I pass it every day but don't normally notice it, I just fly by on my bike. In fact it was a few years before I figured out what that commercial building with the air-con was, and then remembered that I had been inside it once, a long time ago, when I had touched for a few moments the chilled skin of a face.