I met him at the crossroads, a man wearing nothing but a cloak and a cane, his face covered with a veil of pain.We greeted and said hello to each other, and I said to him: Come to my house as a guest? "Here he is. My wife and my children met us at the gate, and he smiled at them.They welcome him. We sat down to eat together.We are happy with this man, because there is a calmness and a mystery about him.