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“It’s quiet on 7th Street.  I am not feeling the normal shaking vibrations of the noisy trucks. Suddenly there's this burning smell. I’m gasping for breath. Sure enough, there’s this trucker out my window, and he is sitting there idling the engine. With what felt like my last gasp for air, I managed to reach for my inhaler.  I was still shaking as I felt the medicine relieve my choking and coughing.”

- Margaret G., West Oakland Environmental Indicators Project