Some years ago when I was a teenager a strange young man arrived to my city. He had very long hair flying in the air.
He came to study at the University in my town. People in my country and most in the area I live have prejudices against people that are different in some way or have different customs, and during that time it was worse. Many people cried big words to him in the street and even threw stones to him. But he bore that in a peaceful way. He was a chilean hippie. I had the chance to meet him because he lived with some relatives of mine. He was a fun interesting boy and he enjoyed writing poetry . I enjoyed his company and may be I fell in love with him. He has been adopted in USA by his parents that lived there for some time. He had been born in Vicksburg and for that reason his name was Vick. I now remember that long haired different boy in this land where he was not welcome but I made him feel better