coffee no. 46

A couple of years ago, during the theatre workshops we got a very nice task. We had to come up to strangers walking the street and read them a poem. To my surprise, every single person was very kind and was listening to the poem with a great interest. No matter whether it was a seventeen-year-old boy or a seventy-year-old woman. No matter whether they understood the metaphors or not. Everyone was smiling and their eyes were wide open.
I wonder if anybody of them still remembers that moment.