In a city where everything was alive, where everyone rushed as they moved around, in a place where one was forced to keep up with, or, lead the flow, in a country where people are accustomed to study twenty hours a day just so one could be seen as worthy, his idea seemed odd.

And so I wondered whether he was indeed a professor. His physical appearance made me think not. He was wearing a black turtle neck sweater that hugged his body in some--the right--places. His hair was a blond something. I didn't know how to call it for it was my first time seeing a hair of that style but it looked like a tidal wave all ready to fall but not quite. It looked like a wave frozen in time.

He didn't look like someone I'd look at for more than ten seconds. But then he smiled as a greeting. That smile reached his eyes and made me wonder if he could still see us. It was just that one smile and It made me want to see more.

Was that the smie of someone who looked at the world differently?

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