"It was seven o'clock in the evening when he woke up. He was still on the bench, his "watchtower".
He stood up and leaned on the wooden railing to look at the park. He was alone, as always.
For the first time in many months he felt invigorated. He was hunting again.
He freed his mind from everything related to his business and made a list of the people he had to meet and things to do.
He was at the top of the list. It was the wait to be so hard. The wait often left him with a sense of emptiness in the soul.
And he thought people could see him and that was why he hid. Not because he was afraid of being discovered.
He had been everywhere: in the most beautiful skyscrapers in the world to the deserts forgotten even by God.
His desire to hunt did not have boundaries and was never full until he had found it. Just a click, light and his soul
was filled again.
As now. He had seen it. Click!"