Wednesday, October 06, 2010
A minute later, the thud-thud-thud-thud was still there. “This guy does not seem to be so fast after-all,” he thought. Without turning his head, he stole a glance out of the corner of his right eye. He could see only a blurred figure, the upper half white and the lower half dark. “Strange, it almost seems like he is wearing a white shirt and long dark pants. Who would run dressed like that?”
S thought about speeding up to pull away from this person. But that would be a tacit acknowledgment of his presence. S did not want to gratify him by giving a reaction. So he decided against it, and simply continued running at the same speed. This continued for about 200 meters. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Right at S’s shoulder. Now it sounded more like the heavy pounding of dress shoes.
Suddenly, it was gone. Back to the serene solitude. So what was it? Perhaps a bored tourist who felt S was running too slowly, who wanted to show S that he could run faster, who then discovered that it wasn’t so easy, and gave up after 300 meters?
It was destined to remain a mystery.