He walked on...
Being alone in a street is not easy. And he was alone in a country. It was a country full of quaint people, men who had nothing to do with others. People who solely knew how to live their own monotonous lives. It was not easy for him to merge in. He was not ready for a change that drastic. He wanted to talk. To express his own self. But the blase was on their blank faces.
He looked to his left and saw the bill board that told him to do something he didn't understand. Frustration is not the word, my friends. The little colourless umbrella didn't seem to be friendly enough. His face turned to his right, and he saw nothing but bare walls which spoke even less than the bill boards. The black tail coat with an exorbitant price purchased from a very dear shop and the top hat accompanied by a small briefcase didn't help him much in blending, going unnoticed.
You know you are a stranger when people turn toward you and also when they don't. In either way, you don't belong to that country of men. And when that happens, the only option left with you is to walk on, and leave them behind.