Sitting on the bus. Through the stop in front of me sat two ladies aged 35-40. One of them looks at me, then nodded the neighbor in the side and pointed his head at me. She turns around and, looking me in the eyes, turns out a booklet about Jehovah and his Witnesses. and speaks:

“Young man, we see in your eyes that you are suffering some sort of sadness. Read it and it will be easier for you.

I, looking at her with sad eyes, replied:

I want to sweat...

They did not turn to me anymore.