Old man

Every day I go out, I see an old man. He is sitting on a small chair, on one of the crossroads I pass. I don’t see him straight away as he is hiding behind the house wall. Always when I approach the crossroads I look left and right to see if I can pass the road safely. Then I see him. Just in a reach of the arm. There he is. Old man sitting on a chair. Despite the weather, despite the time. Seems like he’s always there, all the time. What he is doing. Who is he?

Sometimes when I pass him, my curiosity is so high that I just want to approach him and ask what he is doing and why he is sitting here all day, every day. And I would probable do it if not for language barrier. This is the thing. When u go to grocery store it’s not a big deal. Even if the clerk doesn’t speak a word in English, you can always just point whatever u want. It’s not that easy in this situation. What I would tell him? What he would think when I would approach him? Best solution would be to ask some of my friends to come with me and ask him what his doing. But they would thing that I’m mad. I would think that I’m mad, hearing this question
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In some countries whole district hire gourds to ensure security in the neighborhood. But he’s an old man. His definitely not a security man.

Maybe he’s for a look out for car wrongly parked. But his always siting in the same spot.

Maybe his just a lonely old man who likes to look at passing strangers. But there are so many other, better spots to do things like that. Not far away there is park next to a river. He could sit there. Or maybe next to a main road. Not in a small alley between brick walls.

Looks like this will be one of those images stocked in my mind. Image of an old man sitting in a corner without any visible purpose. Who knows? Maybe he is asking the same questions when he see other people. Where are all those people going? Where is the rush?