The first time I saw him at the entrance to the side of the barrier. He stood for a minute, looked at the ideal rows of townhouses with indescribable longing, and then wandered away to the roadway, away from a quiet paradise, where parents are not afraid to let their children go for a walk from morning to late evening. Here neighbors smile at each other, and cars lazily crawl over speed bumps. This guy won't be caught on CCTV peeking out from under the eaves of houses. His image will not be recorded by the registrars of parked cars. For what reason? It's very simple - he's dead. He himself admitted this, and also asked me something.