I used to see this old guy around whom I think about from time to time. He was hanging out where I worked at the time. He looked like a mystic from the olden times. He was a tiny man and had a long gray beard and long gray hair and a particular serene expression on his face.

He was always barefoot when I saw him. Even in the cold autumn and winter months. He used to do somersaults with his torso bare on a tiny piece of grass that was near the place where I worked.

One time me and my brother saw him walking around barefoot and my brother asked him if he needed shoes and if someone had taken his shoes from him. But he declined and said he was fine and didn't need shoes.

All in all quite an unusual character.

The place where I worked at had this grocery store downstairs. One day I saw the mystic sitting on the bench of the grocery store having just bought a piece of bread. It seemed to me he was praying or saying thanks or something along those lines. He was cooing something softly to the bread and slowly rocking back and forth on the bench with the bread in his tight embrace. You don't usually see people being so thankful for anything anymore. This is the thing I remember him the most for.

Sometimes he pops into my mind randomly and I think about him and hope that everything is alright with him.

I don't work at that place anymore for many many years but not too long ago while driving past that area I'm pretty sure I saw him in passing. He didn't look one bit different.