Chapter 2: Sad dream

Chapter Two: A sad dream.

 Tuesday at 6:11 am.

 Although the time was very early and the sun had barely risen, but it seemed that it would appear after a few hours, the place began to get more crowded, the sounds of cars go and come back, the white smoke that comes out of the mouths of passers-by because of the cold weather was fading under the light of the lampposts.

 "No one cares if you are a good person or you are not. Just be good on the surface. No one will care about your problems or how you solve them.. They may give you advice but they don't really care. Every person on the face of this earth wants to live quietly or wants to be himself." The center of everything.. but if a person changes his view of himself, will he be really good at something? Humans are just people trying to perceive a reality other than what they are.. they want everything easily without getting tired or hard, they just want to have sex even morning and they want money... tons of it, I'm sure if all the fools with childish and rosy minds knew how to understand this life, everything would be all right." A passerby was talking to someone.

 "Although some of what you say makes sense, but if someone enters into an honest relationship everything will be fine, well, I guess." The person next to him replied.

 "And from where will you find this person? You are not indifferent until you know what goes on inside anyone's head.. and as I told you, there may be in front of you a good person, but in his heart he wishes you death, and the simplest example is my ex-wife." He responded with apparent emotion.

 "Huh.. you know that your experience in this life may be different with another person, so why not try and find the right person for you.. and this world in which anything happens, she may be the one you want or that or even that" he was referring to some women, “Or maybe that guy,” he smiled sarcastically.

 "You're really trying to take everything easy."

 If you make your way through the pedestrians, you will hear the voice of a man shouting incomprehensible words, "A dog but a pyramid of a wolf. I carry every mirror." There were words coming out of his mouth, from which saliva was flying, and white smoke was quickly emerging from it to vanish into the air.

 He looked like a homeless person, a lot of dirty clothes, a long untidy beard of white and gray mingled together, and he was holding a piece of dirty cardboard by one edge, it was brown, on which were written those words which he uttered madly and without stopping.

 One of his feet was amputated and the other foot seemed to be unable to support him to stand, but well his many clothes covered it.

 This old man who was sitting between an electricity pole and a trash can, is the true meaning of failure, the true meaning of suffering, and if you look around you while you are standing in your place, you will see how passers-by look at him. As for most of them, they looked pity or worry.

 He repeated those words again, but in a softer voice, as if he had surrendered, "A dog, but a wolf's pyramid. I carry every mirror."

 It is really annoying that no one understands you, that you do not know how to explain what you want at the right time, you try to explain everything inside your heart, but what confronts you is anxiety and fear, because in short you are afraid of making a mistake.

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 After he finished feeding his mother, he also started eating, his mood was a little fluctuating, and looking at the other hand, you will notice that his movements may seem strange from the sudden tightening of his body or from the movements of his hands, he was trying not to look into his mother's eyes when he spoke to her as if he was running away.

 "So then - repetition reflex - did you like eggs?, hey.. I washed my face first then made breakfast and then woke you up.. did you forget something?, no everything was in order, well did you like eggs, no I asked you that I guess!"

 Well, his behavior was very strange, from time to time he peeked at his mother as if he did not want her to notice him, she seemed to be between 40 and 50 years old, her hands were emaciated, so if I held her, she would feel the bones without pressing them.

 As for her face, it was kind and comforting when she spoke to her, but he could not escape the wrinkles, her hair was cut and there were some gray hairs covering it, her lips were cracked and some saliva was coming down from her mouth because of her lack of complete control over it, for moments she forgets that it is still open.

 Her dress was just a crimson red baggy dress dotted with black circles, to make it easy for her son to take her to relieve herself, it seems he made a good point here.

 There was silence for a while without any words from him. After he finished eating, he sat down on that carpet in moderation and put the spoon on the plate, and every few seconds he made sure that the spoon did not move from its upright position.

 After making sure, he got to his feet and began to carry his mother, pulling himself away from her face.

 He picked her up and took her back to that empty room. "After I come back, we'll sit and talk for a long time! Why didn't I forget the massage? Don't worry, I'll go to work. Don't move, okay?" He stroked his temple lightly with his fingers as he closed his eyes and looked down as if he had said something stupid.

 He advanced towards the door and closed it when suddenly he heard something from his room hitting the ground hard. When he heard the sound, he rushed towards the room cautiously, raising his fist strangely in front of his chest.. The door slowly opened.

 With every centimeter the door was opened, the sound of the crash was as if it was moving and bumping again, but in a different direction. He looked into the room. There was a strange bird with a long and sharp beak, its color was dark brown leaning on the donkey, and under its wings and chest was white (the sandpiper).

 The bird was standing on the stopped fan in fright, "How did this get in?" He asked himself, surprised.

 He looked out the window, after feeling a very light wind hitting his cheek, he quickly understood why he had entered and the reason for his fear. "It seems he got stuck and couldn't get out." The window was open to the quarter.

 He lowered his oddly shaped fist and walked quietly to his bed in the corner, saying, "Don't be afraid," and hissing funny.

 He opened the window wide and took hold of his pillow, which had many yellow spots on it, and moved against the wall where, when he stood, he would meet the bird in his face.

 After several attempts the bird finally came out, it seems that it too sensed the air and followed its source.

 He looked without any features and went to close the window, there were several words circulating in his head that he couldn't stand staying inside, so they came out from the tip of his tongue quietly, "How stupid this bird is, freedom is in front of him, but he hardly went to her."

 He ignored the matter and went to the old wardrobe and opened it. He took out two socks, one was black and the other was dark blue. He put them aside and went back to search among his clothes, which sock would he find his other wife to wear. He noticed his coat among the clothes, so he took it and threw it next to the socks. After a search that lasted for minutes, he found the pair of black socks.

 He put it on, put on the short brown overcoat, and began to put the rest of his clothes back on.

 Then he went to get his phone that was under the table, "Looks like that bird brought it down."

 He came out of his room and closed the door, then went to the door of his mother's room, raised his hand and shook her, waving without opening the door until he was saying goodbye to her.

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 "I'm really cute, she's probably back to sleep so I won't wake her up like that." He felt proud.

 He put on his shoes and went out of the house, quietly closing the door and locking it.

 At her moment, he remembered that he had forgotten to wash the dishes and the pan, so he decided, after her return, to wash them all at once, "Uh, when I return, when I return."

 The house from the outside was very small, the grass was tall around it without any care to mow it or trim it, a straight and stone ceiling with dirty and old walls, but the inside of the house was less than good but could live in, it consisted of two rooms, or well, a room and a store that was converted into a room, Bathroom, kitchen was the same as reception.

 The place around it was an abandoned agricultural area, and some houses are also scattered, but on remote areas, you walk a little on that dirt road to reach the main street from which cars come and return.

 With every step he could clearly hear the sound of pebbles and dirt under the soles of his shoes, as if he had left everything and focused only on that sound.

 After he reached the main street, he had already lost his focus on the sound under his shoes, so he stood waiting for a public passenger car to come to him.

 Since we are talking about an area that does not have bus stops, the cheapest way of transportation here is a public minibus that goes and returns only on this street, so you will have to walk until you reach the last point and you have not yet arrived, and it is good that the price of riding is very cheap.

 After a period of waiting, that bus came, it was old, and it seemed that the years had tired him, he raised his hand to teach the driver to stop for him to ride, the old bus stopped a few meters away towards the front, so he walked a little and then tried to open the door that was stuck.

 "Push him in and then pull him," said the driver as he turned his head to him, he did what he said and really opened the door, lowered his head so as not to hit the roof of the bus and went to the last row, it was three rows and with the driver's row.

 Another person, who was sitting in the first row behind the driver, closed the door.

 He sat and looked at the window and looked at the trees and houses, and some people who go and come back by walking or by bicycle.

 He was still thinking about the driver's sentence, "Push him in and pull him." He was thinking, "What would have happened if I had just done it without him telling me?"

 Then he began to think in terms of obscene and sexual things.

 A few minutes passed and the bus started to get crowded little by little. “There are several people who haven't paid yet,” said the bus owner to make a living.

 He too remembered that he hadn't paid, so he took that small amount out of his pocket, then handed it to the person sitting in front of him and said calmly and nervously, "This is...for one person."

 The person in front of him could hardly hear but fortunately he did, an idea he had at the time.

 After the bus reached the last point it reaches, then it will return and repeat the same thing it did.

 People started to go down and in turn he went down with them too, he started walking and the sun was obscured by the thick clouds, it was so cold that white smoke started coming out of his nose and not only from his mouth.

 He continued his way in an area where there were many buildings and people. The place was like a branched popular market, known as the merchants market.

 He continued his way as he walked among the crowds of people, he could hear people talking and their dealings with sellers, and he would hear the voices of shop owners who were promoting the sale of their products to people.

 He was trying to seem calm, but he was tightening his body and trying as much as possible not to touch people, he was smiling a strange slight smile that indicated his tension.

 After he walked in the place and began to enter between the branches of the market, the number of people began to decrease until he reached the desired place.

 The place was a small factory manufacturing steel shop doors and small doors.

 The sounds of iron cutting tools were very loud and disturbed the ear to an indescribable degree, and the sparks that came out were blocking the way for everyone who passed by.

 Although he was quiet and did not like noise, but he works in a place like this, for sure.. Earning a living is certainly not easy.

 He was staring at the beautiful yellow sparkles that came out and flew, as if he had focused all his attention on their color and had forgotten the whole sound.

 "Finally you came... Put your gloves on, throw your coat on the table and go to work."

 But he did not answer it.

 He grabbed his shoulder and said, "Lion, are you okay?" Leon took a quick gasp as he turned his head and looked at the man's face with the hand on his shoulder.

 He was a man in his thirties, but shorter than him, although Leon had a slightly humped back, had a long face with thick eyebrows, and the complexion of his face had some pimples and holes, and his nose was full of blackheads, and his stomach was a little protruding, not fat but at the same time not lean. .

 He repeated his question again, and Leon was looking straight at him without uttering, trying to go back to take his hand away, "Huh? .. Are you okay?"

 Leon nodded and then finally said after his nod, "Yes..yes." He smiles nervously.

 He never got tired of looking at the sparks, he really liked it.

 "Wash your face with cold water, it seems that you are not concentrating well," he said in a worried tone.

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