When no one's looking at you
Milagros García KlibanskyScorching sunny day, the street is so broken that I try to take a sidewalk that cuts a little further ahead, but this little stretch is a relief to my feet. A relatively young man comes walking towards me, we are still a few meters apart, I see that he stops, looks at the floor to his left, hesitates for a moment, but decides to continue walking, passes by my side and I continue, curiosity invades me, what was it that made you stop and look meditative?
I pass by the place where he stood and look, then I understand his indecision, there is a cigarette on the ground, it looks good, no one has touched it, it is fit to be smoked, the temptation must have been terrible, but why what did not take it? Because he knew I was looking at him! Everything would have been different if I had not come in front of him.