Random Scrap:
I slept through most of the day, and I left my house for a late evening walk, during which I met a young guy standing with his bicycle in front of one of the nearby bars. He observed the police telling the owner to shut down the place as it was already an hour past the curfew. I started talking to him and finally proposed that we should come over to my place to have a drink. To my surprise, he said yes.
He seemed different from others. He didn’t drink alcohol, and he was one of those few people that couldn’t wait to get out of this city. He was using his bicycle to distribute flyers for one of the pizza joints, and at the same time, he used this opportunity to act as a freelance journalist. That was why he stopped by in front of the bar, curious about the presence of the police. It was past two in the morning when he informed me that he had to shoot night photos of the new airports. I accompanied him to his bicycle. He promised we would have breakfast someday, and then he departed.