I never saw him coming. Entering the scene like that. He just appeared.
The Duomo or Cathedral in Milan is an impressive sight with the square in front of the Duomo acting as a haven of activity. Looking around I noticed a kind of tension. The tension of realizing you have finally reached the destination you have traveled for so far and how to now make the best picture ever.
Only having an hour or so, I decided to just sit down and watch the waves of tension passing by with every group of tourists, business men, fashion lovers and even soccer fans (AC Milan was playing FC Barcelona that evening). This is what slow travel is all about: take in what is happening around you and not being in a rush.
Suddenly the old man appeared.
He could barely walk with one foot wrapped in bandages. Suddenly he appeared in my photographers frame. I guess he came from the left. How could I have not seen him while I was continuously watching out for people?
The old man was looking for his lunch. He found it in the litter bin. Enjoying it while he stumbled further the old man didn’t look up, not once. Not to the beautiful Duomo, not to all the people on the square. It looked like the waves of tension split for him so that he wouldn’t be disturbed. He didn’t care about all the people enjoying the gothic cathedral that took almost six centuries to complete. Why care about a cathedral from 1386, the fourth largest in the world, when all you need is some food?
How impressive and historical a place, there are always one or more parallel worlds to be found. Worlds where people live their own life, fully disconnected from the main platform we believe is the Standard. People who hide in shelters to stay away from the Standard, only to leave it to hunt for food.
The old man reminded me of prehistoric cave men. Maybe I missed a cave hidden under the square?
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