It happens often, see some unknown person and his image remains in your
             memories for a long time. When I heard a title of a new assignment, I immediately
             decided about whom I am going to write.
             First time of the emigration was very difficult for me, as probably and for all
             emigrants too. I didn't have a car yet and walked a lot or used a bus. After work ,
             I took evening computer's classes at that time, which located on 4600 El Camino rd.
             Near by this building was a bus-stop. Then, five years back, I have seen him for a first
             I was waiting for a bus when sew a strange person. He set on a high curbstone of
             the flowerbed. There was a bicycle standing right next to him , with all of his simple
             belongings hanging on the handle bars. I spent some time waiting for bus every day and I
             had time to descry this strange man. At the first glance , he seemed around fifty years old.
             Harder say more exactly ,because he was a homeless. A human ,who has a lifestyle such a
             homeless, hardly looks younger , most of them look older their own years.
             On his head was wearing a bright-orange bicycle helmet. Afterwards , I have seen
             that he never removes its. Under his helmet was a black bandana with a white pattern ,
             tied on the back of his head. He was wearing a dark green synthetical jacket , which
             fastens on big black buttons. A knitted old black sweater peeked out under his jacket. His
             sweat pants were tight around his skinny legs. The man had a black high boots which
             were tied on laces. The boots were on a thick sole and made from a rough skin. Usually
             people serving in a military wear that type of boots. Certainly, his clothes wasn't first
             This is a thin, tall man has become for me as an inalienable part of
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