THE STRANGER

Episode 2

James, wearing a blue t-shirt, blue jeans and blue rubbers on his legs, with his blue hat on his head, remembered that there was only a little time left for his friends to come to his house. There they planned to take each other and join other singers in the great celebration of the nation's independence which started in the afternoon and was expected to end with rooster crowing. That's where the crowd was filled with famous people, "But how do they pass me through here and how will I get there?" asked James, who felt as if he was looking at the grave.

The city looked at him through the eyes of the people, knowing clearly that James was a white chicken in the city and they pretended they didn't know about him because they saw he couldn't go anywhere; it seemed clear that no one knew. He walked around with his rope on his leg, he crossed paths with people who didn't care about him; they all cried out for him, while he survived being hit by speeding cars; his head was heavy as if he was drunk. Although he knew how to walk until he was sweating, but he didn't know where he was coming from or where he was going, he wandered around like that too. "Surely today I have stepped on them" he said to himself while sweating all over his body.

Later, he stood up and closed his eyes, captivated by the wealth of the city that he had never even heard of. When he cleaned his pocket, he found empty pockets while saying to himself, "But even if I had any money, what would I buy in this city? More than wishing to buy my happy days in the city of Kingstone? And who can buy the best days of yesterday? It's impossible, but maybe I'm in a dream or this is a vision, maybe this was a miracle, let me see?" James kept talking to himself, giving himself hope.

He stood staring at the tall buildings and streets that were decorated in different unusual colors. He fooled around going to the right and back to the left, he changed direction, then he went back and went forward again. He looked around not knowing where he was going or where he was coming from, but that was all nine, because he still didn't know the city. He said aloud, "If you hear it, you will know that this is the city!"

He walked a few steps forward and whispered to himself, "Why don't these people show concern for me? I mean, I don't understand anything. Look, despite shouting but no one bothered to even ask me a word. I've cried and sweated all this but they've numbed me; they have strong, dangerous hairs and they care But Jamaica has generous people, they carry love and peace in their souls. Now, it's enough to say that the vessel has no rudder, he said while looking at the tall building in gold with a variegated color.

He looked down at the building until he couldn't see the end of it, until his neck started to hurt while his legs were walking towards the building but suddenly he tripped and fell to the ground! He stood up saying, "Whether it was a dream or a vision, yet this beautiful city dominated by precious stones, like the temple of King Suleiman, then its land has a trick with me. Because it is punishing me for no reason. it broke and now it separated from the shoe, his foot was on the pavement.

He said to himself, "Do! My precious shoe is so strong that it stumbles just once on the sole, or it's really not a good sign. This city seems to be playing a trick on me or it's a mistake for me! What is this simple welcome?" he picked up his sole with his left hand and carried it, then took off the part of his sole that remained on his leg and carried it with his right hand. He started walking again with his right foot wearing a shoe and the left one walking without knowing where he was going.

He continued to speak alone, "...since he walks slowly, he does not stumble, let me walk slowly, keeping my eyes open, because the slowness of a tortoise takes him far and does not tire him." then he started arguing with some people who made his hair and body all nervous. They were people he had never seen before, with long teeth and long fingernails. When they walked, he didn't hear their screams. It was like they were running. He tried to run a little, but he asked himself, "Now where am I running? And my body is in trouble, because of the circles I made that didn't give me hope, ah! Just let me learn. live with them."

He looked right and left wondering, "Wow! Is this place really safe? Are these really normal people? And this place is far away, eh! Because even its people are very different from those of Jamaica, looking at their nature and even their culture, because even the rasta Very few have them. Their clothing and colors are not like Jamaica. We like black, yellow, and green colors more, but these are not enough when they walk, their teeth and nails are dangerously long who brought me here? he sat down listening to fatigue while sweat was flowing, it was on the side of the long golden palace.