He was so strange. He never spoke too much and he would rarely laugh. He possessed stunning determination, gave the impression of a measured and eccentric person. There was something seductive in his view. There was something unusual, something provocative and humbly. There was something in him, which I could not explain. That way I would watch him for a long time, seeking in him a reality that I was far from. Sometimes, when he would catch me to look at him with the corner of my eye, he would only laugh slightly, and would say nothing. When he would go, he would say goodbye, and that would be all. I waited impatiently for him to return, and the days would elapsed peacefully and quietly.