I am at the café. It is already very dark outside - the first night of winter has begun. I am waiting for an economist who works in finance and sustainable development. A friend contacted us saying he could help me find a job. I have been unemployed for more than a few months. So here I am, waiting for that shooting star to gift me with its presence in the sky.
Since the economist is late, I read his resume on his website. It is too long, with many names dropped. I try to keep an open mind, but I am already quite nervous because he seems to be someone who cares a lot about impressing and maintaining his reputation. I always feel suspicious of those who worry too much about this. It may indicate that they are not as good as they seem. I have encountered some disappointing people.
The man arrives. He is tall, as strong as an ancient monument, and he is wearing a beige corduroy blazer with elbow patches.
His curious eyes wander over me, while my eyes fall on the two lonely tufts of hair he is still nurturing on the sides of his otherwise bald head. They are quite far apart, which must be sad - all that distance. I try hard, and he notices. I seem to make him uncomfortable. When I touch my…