I
had never seen him. So I stared at him, thinking who he is. “Who are you?”
asked him. I couldn’t say anything.
“A
traveler,” I answered.
“What
is that?”
“It’s
a person who travels around the world.”
“You
see the world? What’s it like?”
I
was thinking. What the world is like. Thinking. Thinking. I didn’t find the
answer.
“So,
what’s it like?”
“What’s
it like?” he asked again. And again, I had no answer.
“What’s
it like?”
“It’s
like what you think.”
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