We were on the patio drinking Cokes. The neighbor's cat was perched on the fence, following the pigeon, preparing to pounce. "Eye of the Tiger" was playing on the kitchen radio, although it had no significance nor nostalgia for either of us. Wantu was watching the cat, and then, as if he talked like this all the time, he said: "To a predator there is only what is in front. Look, see? Everything is food to him. The pigeon looks in opposite directions, and in his mind they are the same. That is why the pigeon is free."
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