Ah, my crazy man! My first sight on this trip. Over outside the door of the Plaza with a crutch. He is rubbing his chin, looking in this direction, probably seeing me and thinking the same thing, “Ah, that crazy man in the hotel! My first sight of him in a long time!” We never see ourselves as others see us. As always, I wonder what is his story. He does not look like an unintelligent man, why does he live this empty life? As always, he could say exactly the same thing about me, with great justification.