It was dawn. The night was rainy with a light breeze.
In the distance, a young man, in his early twenties, stood soaked from the dew. He seemed very cold. Little by little, under my indigo blue umbrella, I approached him. He was shivering with cold. With immense pity, I took off my coat and covered his body.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked angrily.
“Because you’re cold and you’re shivering and huddled up.” A few moments of silence fell between us. He looked me in the eyes and, with his head bowed, exclaimed: “Thank you! But may I ask you a question? “ “Of course. As many as you want. “ “Why did you do that?”
"Why do you need it more than I do? You're all wet, and you're just a few minutes down
the slope, I'm staring at you. I got worried. I thought: you must be waiting for someone, but that someone is taking too long, that's why you're in this freezing rain. In an unexpected act, he hugged me. He was crying and squeezing me tightly, like a child seeking refuge in its mother's lap. I didn't understand the scene, but I hugged him back. For every hug he gave me, I hugged him back. In my head I was asking: What's happening?"