"On a summer day I went on my motorcycle to enjoy the countryside, when all of a sudden two young cyclists crossed my way in a peculiar, dangerous manner. I stopped and told them not to act like blind hens on a road. The older of the boys replied laughingly, but I am blind. I didn’t believe him at first, however, his eyes seemed odd to me. I moved my hand in front of his eyes, realising that truly he was blind; the only thing he could make out was the leather odour of my gloves...

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