An old man is walking in the graden. His coat is threadbare, his body is stooped, and his hair is as white as the snow, which the spring sun had just melted. He moves slowly as every movement makes his old body ache. As he approached the bench he stopped and then slowly sat on it. He sat still as ages had passed. He was watching at his past. He was observing a woman with a small child.

The child was picking flowers bent on a large stone in the garden. His face is shined by a large baby smile and that inquisitiveness typical for his young age. His mother was close to him and she soon takes him in her hands. She smiles and then she puts the child on a the paved path where he is far from the dust. But the baby is reluctant to stay far from the flowers, which had become his new toys...

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When I entered in the office, she asked:

" What may I do for you? "

Then we had a short conversation about the copies that had to be made. Her voice was calm and polite, the artificial smile on her face and she held her left hand with her right one so that her hands were crossed just in front of her belt. She was an office assisstant and she was trying to hide her nervousness. It was all clear. She was new there.