"A person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light."
- Christine de Pizan
Antonius prowls through the street constantly having the feeling that he is being watched by people through those holes and openings on the wooden walls.
If it is not for the sunny day, cozy Mediterranean wind and chilling beach, Antonius would feel that they are walking on a haunted land.
Finally, they saw this old man lying there on mat laid with straw grass under the roof top lifelessly thin to the state that his ribcage is barely observable.
"Old sir." Antonius approached this old man. "Would you kindly help me with a favor?"
The old man did not reply.
"Hey, excuse me?"
The old man still did not answer.
Feeling uneasy, Antonius bent down and nudged the old man, but he still never replies lying there lifelessly.