I have a superpower. No, really. I can see the real occupation of the person i'm watching. You don't believe me? Fine, I'll show you.
That post office worker who's checking the envelopes? Yeah, he's actually a postman.
That smiley woman working as a cashier at the local big-chain market? Well, she's a musician.
The pilot of the next plane to Andalusia is a writer, my maths teacher is a Nobel-winning poet.
My mom's an interpreter, my dad's an inventor, and my brother is an athlete.
It's not really a superpower, you see, I just know it. I've understood it from the second we made eye contact, I understood their passion, their path. I understand them, and you.
Yet, when I look in the mirror, I can barely see, or understand, anything.















