BUDAPEST Nov '07
It is already very cold ... it's time to go home in the warmth! I pass over the metro and I see them there, side by side, one who seeks to warm breath of the other '!
This metro station is not much more than 15, in the other there were a dozen more! They all more or less the same expression: long, unkempt mustache, long beard, black hands, a sallow complexion and eyes lost all the time who wonder''what am I doing here?''. I do not
I answer and go forward! I see the man who last night with some friends we offered a glass of wine. It was only on a narrow bench with a blanket and with little will to live!
Last night he gave us his best smile thank us for our offer, who knows when they will smile again!?
I stop for a bit 'to watch them without them seeing me ... I want to understand more about themselves and their world!
The only conclusion I arrive that I'll never understand anything of their world, simply because their world does not exist! They have nothing! No home, no family, no friends, nor those damn money that reduced them so! They have almost worst of all dignity and no longer have hopes and dreams! The only thing left is a bit 'of resistance to life and looks disgusted or compassionate, but this depends on what kind of person come to the eyes, passers-by!
Yes, they would have the opportunity to house some accommodation that will help them a bit 'maybe to start a new life, but frankly, who would have the strength to start over at 40 or 50 years after having lost everything? ... EVERYTHING!
Fa cold shivers and some of them so fearful, that tries to help him close up but can offer you a glass of wine, the more there that already drunk discussing with the police, the couple behind me that there is more than love is united to warm up, then there's him playing guitar and decided to go his way alone!
Among them are hundreds of shoppers, wealthy and not in a hurry oblivious to almost anything if there were only one meter them, almost as if those tramp (who lost the pleasure of having a name!) did not exist!
is so difficult to give a glass of wine to see a smile? And so difficult to give a look? 'S so hard to feel these men, men ... like us who are simply live? I can not answer!
I go ... I feel an emptiness inside, but I have not done anything! Tomorrow I will come back, maybe they will all be there ... maybe more, but more likely, this cold be a lot less!
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