An old man with dropped head was crossing a street. He held the leash to a poodle walking a few feet in front of him. He was proceeding excruciating slow in the cross walk. I watched him through the large window of a cafe. My first instinct is I feel concerned about his safety. What if some careless driver come by, fail to see him, and hit him or his dog? But next something comes into my mind. I have seen this scene before. This is the scene from Krzysztof Kieślowski's Three Colors trilogy.
It was a recurring scene in all three Three Colors trilogy. An old woman with dropped head, walked very slowly and struggled to put a bottle into a recycling bin. There is no connection to the movie's main story. It just happens. And it happens without explanation. It is not the first thing you will remember from the films. But it not a scene you will forget either. Kieślowski has a magic touch to make connection to ordinary moment in life. Twenty years later I saw the scene again in real life. An old man with a dropped head crossing the street really slowly.