Article by Dyan "An Old Man Nowhere To Go"

It was almost sunset. The air was getting colder; a breeze ruffled an old man’s hair. He didn’t twitch, nor did the wind take his attention away. His eyes stayed closed. Only once did he stroke his mustache, maybe to feel its warmth. But his eyes remained closed. He was sitting in the long railway tunnel, individuals moving around him, but he sat still, selling his lighters. Outside it was raining; everybody seemed so busy, but he remained calm. In his hand, he held a cup of hot coffee. In the cold, he drank it slowly, enjoying it. I bought three lighters from him. He smiled and said to me “Thank you Ma’am”

The day became dark. He sat in the corner of the tunnel staircase, wearing a soft blue sweater. He had an old radio beside him and a cap in front of him. He was there every single day, an old blind man, with nowhere to go.

By : Dyan Oktorianti