VII

I met a man on the bus once. I introduced myself to him and explained that I was on my way to visit my daughter in the provincial town of D. He looked at me with a piercing gaze. The look on his face was peculiar but very hard to describe… it was as if he saw something he had never seen before. And the weirdest thing was: his look made me look at myself like I had never seen something like this before. As if everything was completely new. The man never spoke but smiled and nodded.