I walk my trail. Here next to me pass a guy and a girl, the girl is desperately telling a story. And here I hear:
You know, he is such a man. We sit there, he breaks down, puts on his shoes and puts on the windscreen, and this is in the winter, on our question where, he answers, what a friend needs to meet and in 10 minutes will come back. He returned three days later, where he was and what he was doing, no one knows yet.