He is...

He is probably one of the sweetest things I have ever seen; blonde, skinny and a kind of elegant pose to walk; being very careful when crossing the road.

He looked so innocent and secure of himself at the same time, in fact he looked scared of the world outside.

He must be around 10 or 11, perhaps a short 13 year-old teenager. This little boy reminded me of my nephew as soon as I saw his blue eyes and lovely thick eyebrows.

The kid looked just like this one.

His phone rang; he put it to his ear and said nothing for a few seconds…

Then I got one of the biggest deceptions of my entire life… The little boy, who I stupidly believed was really cute and innocent, opened his mouth for nothing else but to swear, curse and say all those horrible swear words that I could barely understand in the most horrible Dublin accent I have ever heard, and I’ve heard lots!..

(Don’t get me wrong with this, I kind of like the Dubliners’ accent because I think it is really unique and colourful and I think I also have a touch of it =) ...but this boy’s accent was full of anger and aggression)

Maybe I should pay less attention to the people I see on the streets so I wouldn’t get so disappointed. Maybe everything is my fault for being so idealistic and always expecting the best of people. Maybe it’s because I saw my little nephew in him and I would never ever imagine my gorgeous nephew talking like that.

Maybe I shouldn’t have got lost in my thinking so I wouldn’t end up on the ground wondering how those words could have come from such a little cute innocent looking thing…

It’s the drunken fellow’s fault for showing me the ugly face of what I had to categorise as “knackers” in Dublin. They gave me the idea that only they look that bad:

To Be Continued…