For some it has been days, for others weeks but most of you have seen the picture for months.
  Whenever you passed by it, you felt the eyes where following you just like the paintings made by Leonardo Da Vinci.
  An artist just like Drejbo. And just like the eyes of Mona Lisa the eyes of Drejbo where following you.
  And you did look, you had to look. Those eyes from that man. They pierced your back.
  You felt them burn and you put your hand in your pocket.
  "Do I have enough?" That was the question we all asked ourselves when we felt his eyes.
  But we did not had enough, we never had. We always had to disappoint him.
  Ashamed

we walked further, we felt his eyes but did not dare to look back.
  
  And as time went by and summer changed into winter, and back into summer again, Drejbo was still sitting there.
  At his familiar spot. He was the angel that you see on medieval paintings. In the centre with the same followers around him.
  A beam of light made him more divine then he was.
  And when you came close to witness this majestic portrait you started to feel awkward.
  It was like you were followed. But there was nobody there but you. And then you realized.
  You were followed by his eyes. And those eyes knew what you were thinking. And

knew the answer to that question.
  And the eyes lost their light. Black eyes followed you and you left again. Thinking: "What if?"
  
  But it is too late. Whenever you walk by now. The eyes are gone. You will never feel awkward again.
  Feel ashamed, feel poor or embarrassed.
  Because he is no more. He left and took his companions with him.
  
  Let we remember him like we all remember him. A great winner, a hero.
  
  Our Matthias Drejbo.
  
  
   Written by pundit Finz from
   NightmareChaos to OCM Magazine