There he was every single night waving goodbye at the cars and the people passing by. He was nearly 80 and coming out to the street and waving was a way to fight his solitude. Good looking, with cool spectacles, he was extremely polite. He came from a wealthy family and he was probably accustomed to interact with people. His story is there for you and me to imagine. But those who drove by, especially at night, on their way to the clubs of central Lisbon, still remember him. He was there and reminded the kids they should not drink to much as they were driving. People talked to him and he was good at talking to people. In a city, like most modern cites, where people do not seem to have time to stop and talk to each other.
But the day he died, suddenly two hundred people headed to that very same square where he used to be and waved goodbye, as he did to everyone passing by. It was a good way to pay tribute to this man who, by having the odd idea of waving goodbye, suddenly reminded everyone in the city of the need to often say Hi!!.
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