The heavy man pointed the tip of his cane towards the rows of lights that were coming on, down below.
“In the evening,” he said, “with this stick I take my walk in the city. I choose a street, a row of lamps, and I follow it, like this… I stop at the windows, I meet people, I say hello to them… When you walk in the city, think of it sometimes: my cane is following you…”

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