Avenue of the Americas
An almost naked man gawked at the crowd for some time.It gave me a good chance to
scrutinize him quite well. How old could he be? Why did he come here?
Who is he? He had a nicely built body, but how will his face look?
But unfortunately he didn’t turn in my direction. All I could do was to keep imagining his face which
was better option for me I think. Because who knows, maybe reality would disappoint me. Maybe his face
was appalling, ashen or malicious. Or maybe he had no face at all! In a strange land anything’s
He fused with the crowd and his face got lost in the abyss of the city forever.