We only knew him as Kogi, the alcoholic and drug addict. His eyes were always red; his body thin and often dirty. Under the influence of drugs, he did horrendous things, like wallowing in his own filth, or swearing at passersby.
When he was sober, he begged for alms; voted, shopped – everything others did.
The local council sent a truck to cart away his body. Suddenly, a woman came into view, weeping loudly. “Who is she?” the crowds asked
Kogi opened his glassy eyes.