I spent a long time sitting at a nearby cafe watching him doing his work diligently. He was very focused, as though not a whole world walked by him. Sometimes he got interrupted by a passerby who asked him a question. Then he would just go back to his work, as though nobody else was around. At sunset he packed his sawing machine in a small suitcase, and off he went. It was the end of a long working day. The next day he would probably be found on the same spot.
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