All people I met, that what I am thankful for..
His nick name was grandpa,
Lonely wolf I think I called him after listening gang street song.
The strange man, telling stories about prisons to young boys..
He stole shoes and coats at fifteen, that what he went first time for.
He used to visit our apartment, get some fake medical papers for pension and benefits,
Than taxi was picking him up.
Last time he was sitting on the bench with me talking about politics and economy.
He was eighty four, he said.
