Well that was something different, I did not expect that.
We had the tour, couple of them... It's been now a month since I first met him, and I must say, that he is not the person I thought him to be. This is far more interesting than I could have imagined.
The tours... oh they were nice, we strolled around the town, stopped every now and then and he showed me beautiful, exciting little places and spots that I have so often passed by without truly seeing them... and we talked. I think we talked a lot.
It must have been that, him telling me about his life, his journeys, things that are precious to him... For there and then, he began to change in my eyes, from an icon, to someone; a true person with flesh and blood, a human being of normal size, or at least something like that. And that was …in someway both nice and a bit bittersweet, as those dreamlike memories of our first encounter, at first so intense, so full of earth-shattering feelings, slowly began to fade away, and were replaced with images of an ordinary man with his own virtues and flaws (well the flaws part still remains astonishingly small). Yes, it felt like I was slowly waking up from a wonderful dream to... something comfortable and... cozy. Definitely, that's the word.
He likes fishing. He collects rare plants and makes dyes out of them. He gathers stories. And he does not enjoy fierce fighting.
Not the kind of things one expects to hear from a world famous performer. Not the kind of features I thought I could truly understand. But I like them.
His name is Mugendo.
