An old (thickly-built but overall thin) (Chinese) man with a moon face and a short salt-and-pepper beard stopped from hobbling along with a cane and gave me a thumbs-up, when he saw me picking up trash in the local quarry park.
I tried talking with him, but he only spoke some form of Chinese. He couldn't even say "goodbye", but he responded to everything I said.
I found it very touching, that he so strongly approved of my actions, that he drew on gestures to communicate.
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