Old, gray man, about five feet tall walking through my neighborhood. It's been four years now. Why does he constantly seeks for my look? Hello?
You would say he's maybe lonely, sad, small in his own world. But no. He has such blue deep eyes, kind of scary filled with anger, misery. The funniest thing is that he knows my grandpa. I think they've been working together. I just turn my look left, right up, or down pretending that I didn't saw him. I know it's awkward, but I can't help myself letting him to look at me. There's something Nazi in him. I don' t like the way he's talking with his grandson, I don' t like his wife ,who is everything but woman, I don't like his son' s wife, who's maybe the loudest mother in our neighborhood. I saw him this morning again. He was crossing the street. Fortunately, I was driving in a cab (this couldn't stop me staring at him once again through the window), but when the cab was approaching to him, I lower my head down.
Just in case.
