= beggar. mendier (v)
after a month, i guess i’ve seen many of them. i can even recognise some of them now. do they spend their entire lives waiting at that spot?
there’s always the guy sitting at the metro ligne 11 platform at châtelet, the one who sits in a chair and holds a tray. he’s a failure. bold underlined failure. and then there’s the one outside Notre-Dame gate.
i guess the moment that struck me most was the morning of 28th feb, when i was out at 5+ am. the metro staff was making her rounds, checking the station. she walked past this beggar/homeless/chomeur who was arranging his cardboard ‘bed’, and she greeted him and shook hands with him. i guess that speaks for itself.
however, i never understood begging. most of these people never get much money. especially especially when the buskers get the majority of the ‘handouts’. even if they dont have any skill, can’t they find simple work? are they illegal immigrants? are they so unwanted?
how is it technically possible to survive on the same people who walk by every day? perhaps the tourists might be better. or perhaps not.
been seeing fewer of those buskers these few days, maybe partly because i havent been going paris-travelling recently.
there’s this guy who “lives” near my residence who lives out of a supermarket trolley, i guess he possesses quite alot of belongings.
in the morning, do you see, the glare of the sun blinding your eyes, or the darkness left behind. when you exhale, and feel the condensation of your breath being blow away, do you feel that you’re gone in the wind.
goodnight