I'm waiting for the bus to come I'm lying on a bench thinking of a book I read and wondering what it meant I hear footsteps coming closer it's an ordinary man He comes up to me, shakes my hand and asks me who I am I'm paralysed, I can't talk or move what could I say and before I have the chance to think I tell this man my name He smiles and looks away but I still don't know the answer to this day