Under a cut to spare sensitive souls.
There is a very large park here in Tirana, where one can feel they've left the city for a bit. Julien warned me about wild dogs running loose there, but he did not think to warn me about sickos.
I've never seen a map of the park, so I don't know what it is called or exactly where it is situated in the grand scheme of things, but there is a large lake at what seems to be the back of the park. Knowing how much Soëlie likes to play by water, I was looking off to my right, trying to find a spot that wasn't too steep or wet to take the stroller down. I am a vigilant sort, especially when I'm carrying an expensive camera, so I kept sweeping my gaze to the left, too, and that is how I saw a guy lurking in a ruin off that way. He saw me see him, and he acted agitated, rocking back and forth, his dark eyes intense across the distance.
I looked away, trying to telegraph that I didn't find him important. Maybe he was just in there to take a leak. Maybe he was waiting on a lover. Or maybe he was part of a drug deal about to go down. In any case, I didn't want to bother him or be involved.
He kept watching me, though, I could feel it. I turned back to make sure he wasn't approaching me and saw that he had left the shelter of the building. And he was staring at me and..ahem, masturbating. Disgusted I turned away, and there just to the right, was the path I needed to go to the water. I started down it, but the thought of having that man at my back creeped me out too much. So I kept walking and walking and walking.
So much for having a nice, relaxing day outside.