C250 My disappearance

Gradually I came to a bazaar, which was very lively, at my hometown, where there was no one in the bazaar at four or five o'clock.

I passed a butcher who seemed to know me and kept looking at me. I thought to myself, What's so good about me?

I took the opportunity to look at the butcher. He had a mouth full of stubble and a body full of meat. He was clearly not to be trifled with