He was living on the street outside a post office in Georgetown. When I saw him for the first time, my eyes were glued to his kinky glasses. One day, I asked him if I could take a photo of him. He was bit shy in the beginning, but when I told him that he got beautiful eyes, he smiled and gave my camera a strong look. I asked him if he could see well with the strange glasses. He answered to me "well, glasses are not always to see better. I wear them not to see what I don't want." Then he smoked contentedly.