i don't recall when exactly that happened but i started making friends with strangers in the streets again. it might have been sometime in winter. it must have been when i was back on the road.i never fully grasp why they decide to do so, but they tell always me stories. some are endearing, some are heartbreaking, some amusing. the latter isn't too common, tho. i hardly ever ask about their names but it doesn't seem to be of great importance.