It was an ordinary cloudy day, a little stuffy, a little foggy, but this did not bother the residents of the city in any way, both before and now, including my wife. He was walking down the street, not looking back, like many after recent bad events, but on the contrary looking in front of him, clenching an unlit cigarette between his teeth, he was thinking about something. His gaze was blank. What he was thinking about, where he was going and where he was coming from, only he could know or not..-