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Part 23:
Shahid's voice woke me up from my absentmindedness:
- Hello, my friend!... I had been looking, you were daydreamimg...
- Hello, Shahid!" I said, while shaking his hand. "I was watching this beauty..." I continued. Shahid sat on the chair and looked at the view I showed. As we shared generally the same taste about beauty, I was sure that my friend would be affected by this view too.
Shahid couldn't separate his eyes from the garden for a while. Then turning to me he said:
- I admire your attention my brother!" and continued:
- To look... and to see the beauty... These days it's not everybody's skill. In every moment in our surroundings... I'm not talking about far places but our near surroundings... we are unaware of the existing beauties, living inside a race, consuming and wasting our lives. I wonder how many people are noticing the beauty of the falling snow at this moment? Or, look... how many of the people passing near them, would you say, see the beauty of the innocent joy of the lovable mischievous child at the bus stop in front, who is holding his grandmother's hand in one hand and trying to catch the snow drops in his other?
If I didn't interrupt, it seemed that Shahid's comments would have continued endlessly. I pointed out to Aida, and when the girl came near us, I asked Shahid:
- Excuse me my friend! Aida is waiting to take your order. What would you like to have?
(the translation I found in the dictionary for "frekans" didn't seem to fit in the sentence, what does it mean?)
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