Stranger?

This photography shows a stranger. But I know this stranger, a lot of people told me about him. This stranger more than “a stranger” is “the Stranger”, so I’m going to refer to him in this way. I don’t know how or where he born, but Jorge Luis told me that he was immortal for a while, or at least he thought that, because he doesn’t know that he can die (like the animals). When he had to live in Aracata, collect yellows butterflies and Gabriel saw when his wife, America, kill herself with cyanide. Since this moment, every time that he smell bittersweet almonds, he can’t avoid remember her. Although, the worst part of his life was when he played the sax and the people called him “Johnny”, meanwhile with Julio forming a fan club for Glenda with no success. Finally, together with Andrés in 1984, they read dystopian histories of Bradbury, Orwell and Huxley and try to make a brand new world, until his books were burned. So, somehow, I know this stranger, although when I took this photography meanwhile he waits his bus to go home, I had a lot of jealous.