"Tell me what she looks like," said the young man.

The young man had managed to find a box to sit on. He was resting with legs crossed at the ankles. He peered straight ahead, smiling slightly, like he was the only one in on the joke. But of course he couldn't see anything because he was blind. You could have told that just by looking at him, the way he was faking concentration on the scene before him with that sadly unfocused gaze.

The older man, who was much shorter, stood only a few steps away, with his hands in his pockets, making no attempt to conceal his weariness. And why should he? The young man he accompanied couldn't see a thing.

"She looks," said the older man, "like any normal girl you would see on the street every day. No big deal."

"You sound tired," said the younger man.

Who apparently could hear what he couldn't see.

So the older man tried to perk it up a little bit so that he would sound enthusiastic and earn his money.

"Sort of oriental. That's how she looks. She has a bright red dress. Sort of an oriental dress. Like what you might see in Beijing. Or on the Great Wall."

"Ah, yes."