Shadow looming on the pavements

Broad-Hipped-Boy just finished his poems written by Pessoa. Gloomily he crosses the street to buy a Cappuccino at Cafe Nero's. Apparently he is so deep in thought he doesn't see the TRUCK coming. From the pavement a blearing voice screams at him:

'WATCH OUT!!!!'.

He looks over his shoulder, the TRUCK is nearing and about hitting the breaks, or hitting him.
'That girl has a strange face, it reminds me of something', Broad-Hipped-Boy thinks. In a minute the TRUCK is going to kill him, but he can only stare at the girl. He has even stopped moving altogether. Suddenly his mind is being pulled a hundred years ago, in a past he was bound to forget.