Three Old Beings

Yesterday afternoon when I was leaving my job I met three old beings.

It was a very old couple with their Pekingese dog that had trouble walking. It was a tragicomic situation. Walking first, the naked man from the waist up, jogging and loose short and the flip flops. The white belly that hung forward looks like in going to losing control of his balance. It was warm, so the lack of clothing was justified. The lady was walking backward at a very slow pace because she could hardly lift her foot to pass it later. Tousled, in an old and dirty dress, she was dragging the poor dog who was one-eyed, obviously lame, and who looked at me with a look of “save me from these two lunatics”.

In what it took me to walk that half-block they seemed to be approaching in slow motion. When I passed by them I greeted with a tilt in the head, thinking about what kind of life they would lead, and why they would have started to go for a walk despite their evident difficulties to do so.

They were going to the corner, where part of the company where I work is renovating and there is rubble, new walls, machines, and men working all day. I know that the Elder had to leave his house to see what was happening in his neighborhood, what new work the crazy man had on the corner …

Curiosity killed the cat….