I watch him walk along the path, avoiding people yet keeping a close eye towards those around him, as if searching for something, or someone.
In this place, without means to watch from above, my biggest advantage is the fact that I do not need to see with my eyes to know where he is going, my usual clicking being unnecessary here as every person walking hit their feet on the floor and created the required sounds for me to 'see' him.
I only truly approach however when he goes to the side in the direction of one of those holes on the wall, and in the same way that the boy exchanged money for those bottles he hits the counter with his own pile of cash.
At this point I understand better, always have wondered how humans survived with such lifestyle and bodies, no trees around for them to eat from, hunting being the privilege of few; it is because of that.
