Wednesday, January 26, 2005

I met the grey-haired boy a month ago. He was staying behind a bar, in a cafeteria, playing with some kind of electronic device. I understood immediately that something was wrong with him. His hair, his voice very young, a hint of a hump in his back. I never managed to be so close to see whether there were some wrinkles around his eyes. I hang around this cafeteria a lot of times to gather any clue about his identity and activities. But he never talks about himself. With the help of a friend I’ve followed him to his place, he never goes out the night, nobody calls on him. In the morning i wait out of his house but he gets out alone. I could steal two times his wallet abd with the biggest surprise i could find neither photos nor documents! Sometimes I tried to chat with him but he spoke very formally to me and made me feel uncorfortable. I asked him how long he is working and he answered with a half smile “I can’t remember anymore...”. Now all the facts make me sure and I have no doubt to state , although it can appear very weird (if not impossible),that we are in front of the rare event of a man without age.

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