I was walking around Kalemegdan with a friend of mine when suddenly a man like a hermit appeared from a small dark and dirty barracks. He went somewhere looking quite relaxed, followed by a street dog.
My friend rushed to express her disgust and made it too clear. The whole scene reminded me of the painting I once saw. The painting depicted the mythical hermit.
It’s disgusting! – she said.
We can all be him – I continued from my thoughts.
I will never be that! – she went into straightforward attack.
Perhaps you should try to, at least in some situations, put yourself in his place and try to look at the world from the perspective of one hermit– I answered. Continue reading “The Solitary In Each Of Us”
