Then this boy that night, mid-conversation, several bluetooth scopes out of topic, had simply blurted those simple words. I remember staring at him for a while, searching for the lie, secretly hoping not to find it. I looked down at the street again, that’s when for the first time I saw what he saw. A dirty crowded street full of strangers in a hurry. A mother pushing a screaming baby on a stroller, hastily motioning for the tram driver to wait for her. The tram left seconds before she reached it anyway. A beggar sitting on a corner, playing an imaginary instrument, hoping it will amuse well-wishers. They passed by without a second glance anyway.