I avoided looking at him. How was it possible? Was it really him? I couldn't resist and turned to look at him. He was as tall as the last time, and even though it had only been weeks, he looked older, though not yet out of his fifties. His fair skin was still flawless, as was his brown hair. His bushy brown beard, which ran from ear to ear, was one with his mustache, giving volume to his thin, tired face. He wore a green checkered shirt, and over it a long dark brown jacket. Brown pants like his shoes. He carried with him a long black cane, decorated with the head of a silver Egyptian dog. His face was hard to see. He no longer wore glasses. His right eye was still intact. The left one had disappeared and in its place was a completely white glass one.
Behind him came a dozen people I cou
