It was a foggy afternoon in 1887. In the backstreets of London, the cold was as biting as ever, the smoke of chimney smoking houses barely visible in the fog, and the snow rustled from the fast feet trying to get home.Didn't all the people passing by see him? Or did they see him and why didn't they help him, but it was always like this. Thousands of people had passed through these streets over the years and no one had seen him.
He was sitting in a windless corner of a derelict building, wrapped tightly in an old and dirty blanket. He had just found this blanket - I think it was 4 years ago - he thought to himself, it could be used for a few more years. His fingertips were bruised from the cold, he was dizzy from hunger all day long and he could not even take a step from where he was sitting, but this was not the first time, it had been like this every winter for years and he had managed to survive, but this time he did not want to survive...
He heard someone approaching with heavy steps and he closed his eyes in fear: Anything could happen to a weak beggar in the city.
-'Hey..'
Whoever it was, he thought without opening his eyes, his steps were hard but his voice was soft, he opened his eyes with some courage and slowly looked at the tall man in a stylish coat standing in front of him, his hat prevented him from seeing his face a little, but the eyes of the person coming were clearly visible,her eyes were hazel or green, like a soft grass cover, he thought.
-'Your fingers are about to freeze,' he said.
-'My name is Levi, I'm a doctor. If you stay here you'll surely die, so come with me to the clinic where I see patients.
'No, I shouldn't go,' he thought, 'I shouldn't go, I can't trust anyone. There were too many doctors experimenting on people these days. What if this person was one of them, he thought, but he was going to die anyway, he thought it would be better to die with a little warmth.'
He held the man's outstretched hand trembling...
Levi's clinic was small but warm, the wood-burning stove was roaring, giving the place a wonderful warmth, and Levi came in with a small cup of herbal tea. He looked stern, but he was polite.
-'Here,' he said, 'have some hot tea with honey in it, it will warm your body faster.
-''Thank you.''
-''What's your name? I brought you to my clinic, but you didn't tell me your name.
-He said 'Jun', 'my name is Jun'.
-Levi said, 'Nice to meet you.' 'Your fingers are still purple, I think we should warm them up slowly,' he said, taking the cup from Jun's hand and setting it aside, then taking the boy's hand in his palms and continuing to warm it.
Jun still hadn't realised what had happened. Until just now he had been on the street, eyes closed, feeling the cold breath of death on his neck. And now the hands of a man he had never met were warming his freezing fingers like a prayer.
He slowly raised his head and hesitantly turned his eyes to the man in front of him. Levi was still silent, not a single reaction on his face. Jun slowly began to examine him; his straight black hair fell over his forehead, he couldn't tell if his eyes were hazel or green, but they were very beautiful. Levi's nose and lips were perfect as if drawn with a pencil. He could call most of the people he saw on the street beautiful, but Levi was more perfect than beautiful. Jun felt ashamed of himself while examining him, he was in a mess, his hair was sticky with dirt and rust, he thought, I'm just a normal ordinary beggar,
a dirty beggar...
Then he looked at Levi's hands, it was a doctor's hands, clean, well-groomed fingers and warm touches.'Warm touch,' he whispered involuntarily.
-'What?' said Levi
-'What?' said Jun. He was thinking aloud. 'Your hands,' he said, 'Your hands are so hot...'