Walking by, I saw a tiny canal next to a bench. I stopped for while and looked at the water. There was a reflection of someone who seemed to be a fairly normal chap, apart from the way he was staring at me: Did I know him?, I thought to myself. I said nothing as I felt I had nothing to say. I didn't really want to show him I was curious about him. He came across as being a decent man, but there was something in how his eyes observed things that made me even more curious about that person. Had he been through those unique moments that make you so different and, at the same time, indifferent to the world we live in? Those moments...