I walk in the street, listen to music. In front of me is a man in pants, a shirt, holding a case in his hand. It goes, it goes, it stops, it climbs and falls. I am wildly frightened, I run to him, I scream, “Man, are you okay?” He, not opening his eyes, gently pushes me back and says, “Don’t touch me. I have enough, I want to lie down.”