Things started pretty amusing. It was one of the highlights of the trip.
A homeless man it seemed they were. Crazy and probably not in the right mind. Drinking fake beer and acting drunk, they pushed their trolley down towards us.
It was a bit frightening at the first, so we relocated ourselves further away.
He didn't. Him and his Chinese friends gathered near the frontline and watched like they were watching a circus.
The man started taking things out of their trolley. Stolen bus stop signs, umbrellas, rocks, all sorts of random shit.
They stuffed a rock down the barrel of a cannon statue. According to him later on, apparently they had matches as well.
Light it. Light it. He called out, unafraid and unaware.
The man kept smiling like a mad man, which they probably were.
They seemed to enjoy the attention and the moment. They felt harmless now, probably a crazy street comedian.
But I could see something deep inside of their eyes, I couldn't understand.
Nothing happened for some bit, and we were told to make our way around the museum to the bus bay.
As we walked up the stairs, the man was looking at us. I saw their lips move as if they were muttering to themselves or trying to communicate to us.
I couldn't read it clearly, but I caught some words:
Now… you became … Sirius Zashi(?) … clown … circus … amusement … beggar … crazy … first ethereal …
I don't understand them. They seemed to be mocking themselves as if they were some once high powered individual.
Then I saw a flash of panic and unbelief in their eyes. They made eye contact with him.
Who … how … what … now …
I caught some words again.
I don't know what aura he has, or if he was special or anything. I felt the man was some psychopath, some murderer, some criminal.
I didn't feel secure.
Where is my son…
I saw him mutter, and he turned away.