In that unknown town, on the other side of the country, walking down a wide street surrounded by tall buildings, along the road rows of huge and beautiful plane trees, on one of them a note, it's handwritten, a shaky blue ink on a wet white paper, i stop and i read :
"Old person, kind and well mannered searches someone to share the days and get rid of loneliness."
A telephone number is scribbled at the bottom.
And i asked myself "Will that also be my last resort someday, in my old days, because my attempt to detachment, awakening, and sufficiency would have failed?!"
That's a sweet note to find, but also is very sad isn't it? There is too much sad loneliness in the world.
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