MY ENCOUNTER WITH ALI OSMAN PODOROVICH

There are many kinds of people living on the street I live in. Some have neat families with bright children, some are widows and some are just too old. There is one man who I can call as the strangest of all; his name is Ali Osman Podorovich. He is a modest man, who is lonely and living his own life. He is a mysterious man, he drinks all the time. I can smell that he drank every time he passes before me. He sometimes gives me money when I play my violin and sometimes he sits somewhere around me listening to the music and pondering deeply.
He sometimes talks to me; I know his name from there. He told me that he was an actor and once he was nominated for the Oscars but he could not get it. He told me about the life he had once upon a time, he was one of the shining stars that we see on television but he lost everything. Sometimes I find two of us very similar, both of us are lonely in life; lonely and destitute. Also both of us lost everything we used to have once upon a time, lost our former life.
I like talking to him and I enjoy his company. I told my story to him too. I should also add that you shouldn’t think that I tell my story to everybody. I don’t want people feeling sorry for me because despite my small age I have been through the mill already. I noticed that he listened to me more carefully when I told about my family; I think he never had a family like that. I could see the longing for such a family in his eyes.
He really looks like an actor with his tightly tied ponytail and with the sharp features of his face. Though I never saw movie that he played in, I must be too small to remember even if I saw. Sometimes he creates a sense of fear in my body because of his mysterious manners but I think he is a harmless person who is nice but who is rather lonely.