Alex, the man living next door, is a man of few words. He never talks to me, and never makes any expressions at all. Come to think of it, I don’t remember ever talking to him at all. I decided to talk to him. Sulking, and slumping, he tried ignoring me, but I was persistent. I asked him questions such as: “Did you see the big game?” or “What fertilizer do you use for your plants?” I never got an answer, as if it was a game he was playing, or as if I was never there at all. Shoulders slouching, he finally whispered a statement… Leave me alone! I decided not to bother him any more, because I was becoming scared of him.