He’s part of this world, he always has been, but a feeling of change is lingering in the heavy air of the bustling city. A feeling brought to life by fateful encounters of solitary souls.
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It’s not entirely true that I didn’t have anywhere to
sleep. I did have my cardboard box, like all the other homeless people
in the vicinity of the Tokyo Metropolitan Building in Shinjuku. Mine was the
average size, I would say, but as I was only ten, it looked like I had more
living space than the others. You could say I was well off. It’s all relative,
right?
I was sitting in my box, the lid open, waiting for the
rain to stop so that I could go look for some food. There was a broad road
running above our heads, and it gave us protection from rain, snow, and all
that stuff. I hated sitting in that box and waiting. I hated the uselessness of
the moment, the time passing, going to waste forever. I felt robbed.
I was staring silently at nothing, letting my misery
gradually crush my will to bother, when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me.
Not the usual sound of footsteps that I heard all the time as people trundled
past. They had depth. Each time the sole of the shoes touched the ground, I
felt a wave of energy hit me, and a chill went down my spine. I was hesitant to
turn and look, but my curiosity got the better of my fear.
I saw two men. One in his early forties, the other
maybe some fifteen years older. They walked slowly, as if they had the time on
their side, unlike me. The older man had a large, black umbrella, which he was
holding above their heads. The younger man was walking next to him with his
hands in his pockets, and I immediately knew that the footsteps I had heard
belonged to him.
When they reached my box, I looked up at them, and
suddenly I could hardly breathe. Time seemed to have stopped. Even the
raindrops seemed suspended in the air as if attached to invisible strings; the
wind had gone silent, staring at us with wide-open eyes; and the street, which
a moment earlier had been humming with the drone of a car or two, was empty.
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