Thursday, April 29, 2004 :::
 

You know what? I don’t even like cities, to impersonal. There is this guy who I see on my bike ride home, a black guy dark as night you know probably 80 years old or more… he’s like always making a little cooking fire in the park by the river cooking some strange goulash or something in an old pot.

Always very low key, always the same spot. Never makes eye contact just goes about his business.

Meanwhile people cruise past. The ducks, geese and squirrels busily buzzing about. Everybody ignoring everybody else.

I want to talk to him and find out his story because I figure him to be someone from like Eritrea or the Sudan maybe and he somehow managed to escape that hell hole.
But for whatever reason he clings to his old ways, cooking outdoors over a small wood fire.

Maybe he’s homeless… that wouldn’t surprise me. Perhaps he is still happy just not having some crazed gunman threatening him…. Or Maybe he’s homesick and wonders why fate finds him in this frozen wasteland of a country.

What ever his story is I’d like to know.

I think if I encountered him in the bush I’d be more likely to just saunter up and get the 411.

Not in the city though, that would somehow break the unwritten code of ignore ignore ignore.

That’s fucked though

::: posted by Mega at 8:03 AM

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