here I am...
I am at the cafe in the afternoon. The day is very, very hot. The blue sky almost looks like it is turning onto gray. Inside the cafe (the one where I usually go only on Sundays), the open door and the open window makes a very pleasant and comforting breeze. In the last hour, I've been seing my Facebook at my aunt's tablet. I still need to learn how to use it a bit better. Right now, a few people are talking in the other side of the cafe. A dude who had a girl in a fluorescent pink suit by his side, talks to another dude who used to be my school mate. That ex-school mate of mine still looks at me after all these years. That guy still recognizes my face everywhere he meets me. But we're still strangers. Like now, that he just went to get one pack of cigarettes, he was looking at me. He just sat in his chair and his eyes were set on me. It feels rather strange and uncomfortable. I have to say that, in the other hand, I'm already used to such turns from life. I'...