Just having a stroll down the street, Nico doesn't like it at all. He needs a purpose, preferably something he does out of slight boredom. Like bringing the empty bottles the glass container, old newspapers to the . waste paper bin. Apparently they make new paper from his old newspapers again, so that the whole operation seems a bit futile: A endless vicious circle. But the worst thing to do is for no reason stroll down the road. And because it's so horrible, he does it with some regularity.

Sometimes he meets an acquaintance. 'What are you doing outside` Nico asks. `Just getting some fresh air, why` the acquaintance asks. `You must be crazy`, Nico replies. 'What are you dong outside then?`, asks the acquaintance. `Inhaling exhaust fumes`, Nico says.  `The Stench of dog shit,  odour of babies urine`. Good, he has made his point, leaving the acquaintance behind in confusion. Confusion is good, it makes Nico into the man he is. Being the person you are is perhaps less good again. But Nico realizes that it's true in his case, because he is a knight of the sad character.
That last phrase reminds him of Don Quichot, who fought a losing battle against the windmills. What was Don thinking? The futility of it, makes Nico somewhat content again, a feeling he immediately subdues again. A little crazy is okay, but it shouldn't get too crazy
Or can it?

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