In the middle of the street, a clown holds three balloons on its hands, they had different colors but all of them were sad and in low-saturated colors, as if they represented what the holder felt inside. The Sad Clown had downwards lines drew on both sides of his lips and his eyebrows reinforced the depressed look on his face, which made people avoid him.

But he was still standing there – watching people pass by him like he was merely a ghost or even sometimes considered a monster coming from horror fairytales.

When you needed to cross the street, he stood there, silently, that until he turned to you and stretched out one of his ballons your way, like an invitation to take one of them.