Other people

I was always surrounded by other people. Unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar voices. I never listened to their stories.

One day, an old woman on a park bench spoke to me. She seemed to be saying she lost something, but her words were difficult to hear, and I couldn't understand what she had lost.

Then a young man approached us and spoke to the old woman. I couldn't understand his words at all, but it seemed he knew something about what the old woman had lost.

The two of them talked. The old woman turned away from me towards the young man, asking for details. I quietly left the scene.