Who's the boy in the picture you ask?
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I want to tell you, but if I told you there would be no interesting story.
However, I will tell you that the boy will have an important role in my life. I was met him at the station as I headed to Chicago.
Why?
My grandmother lives there. I went to him to ask him what time does the train leave the station.
And here it all began. It was just him, no baggage, no other people around him. Just a shy boy of seventeen, with dreamy eyes and his skateboard.