posted on Mar, 3 2017 @ 07:34 AM
Over a year ago I met an old man who I had a chat with outside a park, a place I like to contemplate. He seemed lonely and in pain, so the first words
I said to him on a warm spring day was;" It’s a lovely day, don’t you think ?"
He looked anxious at first, but my words seemed to relieve some of the tension of a stranger greeting someone who wasn’t a familiar face, and the
old man replied;" You look familiar, do I know you? "
- "No, I don’t think we meet before? But I do often come here to just think, I think its a place of solitude and peace... Maybe.... or maybe we
meet at the local market? " was my simple reply.
The old man looked confused;" No, im pretty sure we meet before " he stated with a confidence that made me unsure of my own memory, and I
said to myself;" Just... Just play along ".
-" My name is Ben, short for Benjamin " I said with a smile on my face, and put my hand out to greet. The old man looked at my hand, took it
with a firm grip and shook it;" I know, and my name is still the same..G-U-N-A-R-R, short for n-ot-h-i-n-g... " He said with a grim smile and
I just thought to myself;" Maybe he is just a little bit of a senile "
Everyday at lunch, at the same bench, we meet and had a little chat. We played chess and backgammon, and he told stories about his son and his wife. I
do remember the first time I saw him and the pain he seemed to be in. Yet I never got the courage to ask him, cause maybe, he was dying. I always
thought;" A mans pain, is the clothes he wear, remove them and he stands naked ". I was just glad to see a man with a smile on his face,
telling stories, or more to it, his life story, he was indeed in his nineties.
Days became weeks, and weeks became months, and months became seasons and we became friends, our lunch at this particular bench in this park became
somewhat of a daily routine and I enjoyed it. He read the morning news each day, but barely understood the stories in them, he wanted me to explain
them. It took three days to explain how a man named Donald Trump won the presidential election with empty promises, and if that didn’t work,
screaming and yelling seemed to do the trick, and all Gunarr replied with;" So thats what politics looks nowadays, when I grew up... "and Gunarr
told me that one of the presidents was an actor named Ronald Reagan, I never knew. The same day me and the old man watched one of his old movies and
the one that stuck to my mind was " Dark victory " or more one quote "I've Crammed EVERY MINUTE SO FULL of waste. And now there's so little
time. I don't know what to do. I'm afraid!"
He was a really bad actor, but good enough to win the presidential election.