Rarely can a man see a true immortel by these days. Generally as I walk and live and breathe the air of my own life and surroundings I see "gentes" who hardly can hold a paint-brush in their hands in order to make an honest living, but eagerly they rush to and from their pieces when seeing someone new sitting down near thier "zone".
Hau-hau-hau in the daytimne, and bang-bang-bang by night, their meanings (of these onomatopeas) deeppend on the effect that you are willing 0r generous or maybe stupid enough to grant or spend on 'em...
How can a man be so stupid to carry a weapon in his possesion (and corespondingly perceive it like one) not to sustain a dialogue of this sort, but for the eventuality of a unfortunate event ?!
The best, but the best of all precautions (individually speaking) is the MOTHER of all the tricks - namely the honest attention to the throng and a very well trained endurance physicly and psychicly; the threatens will in time fade away.
I do think that men are fundamentally honest and good, but I could not swear that all of our fellows proove always a strong character. Most of the agressions I saw by this time were provoked by weakness - this is very contagious - and I think weakness of all sort can be socially a phenomenon like the press in intensity.
I do not care too much, because I as an individual am not a very friendly person.
So I stay away, I keep away and I endure the asperities of human nature knowing that the Earth is not covered only by crops, but also with weeds - which have their charm, too.
KEEP AWAY FROM PROVOCATIONS !
[THE SOAP IS AN AGGREGATE AND BY THAT IS EXTREMELY CONSUMPTIVE]
So, in conclusion of this mere article, is recommended (by whom) to shake hand only with the appostle Toma (a most prodigious character and a friendly person).
Get lost (not in the no-man's land)!!!