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Panhandling at Gare Saint-Lazare

Thursday, July 29, 2010 (Paris)

more than thirty years ago. 10 cents without hole pockets. Not knowing look I'm a jerk who comes across things by magic.

Seems it's not the best method. No opportunity for taf instantly. Down and Out, though still dry, but with a smile because I take responsibility.

When you're forced to land in the street to the tune of your taxing food, even overtrained your ego takes a blow. Eat, smoke, I assess the need for the day at 10 €, a fortune in coins 20 cents.


Take the same path as the countless workers who flock to not be late. But instead of going after the chomdu Commission and unpaid internships, it stops short at the station without looking. Slowly we watch the movement of the congeners and soon they take the same eye, the hunter gatherer that makes on-site. Never mind the average time it reaches its destination. The atmosphere is palpable survival, Rainbow Warrior gets to work ...
Cap newsboy, African, no makeup, my old pants Tibetan adjusted t-shirt "Garella" has done Khumb Mela, wrapped in a tracksuit top with side stripes, black is black, he n 'there is no hope. When even white thongs to let insidiously glimpse insolently my feet always tanned neo-hippy.


"Excuse me sir, you would not have a small piece of 20ct to help me out?"




"Excuse me Madam annoy you, but do you have a piece of 20ct to help me out?". . .


The people easily give this small room when asked with respect, courtesy and openness.
If policies had yet to meet the citizens they would surely be in my place.
I try to beg everyone without preference or socio-cultural affinity, smiling and posing a human eye on all of us. Because for me the word "People" is a noble end. I would like to work for the people but the people who works for me.

losers in this system I decided to stop the machine, to avenge my future.

"Watch the police and turns, not stay too long on site."

Regulars come see you, it's a clan, and thee let in direct, welcome to the shit my dear. An old baboon advises me to squat out of the bakery, but it does not work for me. My spot is around the bubble when people come up from underground, and close the Quick.

It's amazing how belonging to a same social class no longer recognize when one of them is in a galley. I met a crevard of trance with his horrible dog, he help me out not even 10 cents, I almost spit in her mouth ...

I noticed a real solidarity on the part West Indians who are watching you never up. I estimate 30% of my contribution booty Caribbean. Moms full of humanity, these Caribbean, is not they who let you starve! A mother and her daughter Metropolitan 12 years gives me all his money. A brother fifties who takes his time) gave me one of the best chocolate croissant in my life, warm, crunchy, soft, buttery, a balouze a gun.


Begging is not easy. Sitting you have no chance. Asking little, sometimes they give you bigger. A Romanian twenty years in English wonder what I'm doing.
"dude I'm begging, what else?" It gives me 3 € live.
Besides sitting on the stairs leading to the Gare St.-Lazare, a band of pochtrons that hurt when you look at them. Among them an aggressive weird took me a whore 20ct, I said "watch out I'm doing karate. You m'touche, j't'éclate. "There's nothing worse than being homeless for a woman. Nothing.


I return to the Quick, a great guy proud of North African origin who smokes a quiet pending his albedo girlfriend stares at me: "You're GR you, the truth is like that they work. "But not my brother I'm just doing the round. All have liked that cute in the life of me spun a coin once it gave me an excuse to find them cute. I'm happy. Not as pretentious youth already old before their time, they will not want your peaches to 1 €, they must be pretty good at this price point. A tired mom Caribbean by the burdens of life has not lost his smile, however. It gives me € 1.20 instead of 20 cents, I stop on this beautiful lady.


In three hours I won € 21.15, purchased a few fags and basic strokes, bread, milk, pasta, coca, eggs, coffee, tomatoes, cakes, cheese (s)! That tips given by sacred spirit of solidarity in misery.

Thank you all for helping me without prejudging me.

Peace Love Light from Shanti


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She clawed at the carpet of the table, nearly scratching the face of the dealer, the prancing cons floor: the man opposite had just eat her up. She had just taken the game once again, we swore never to resume it.

Went to the balcony leading to the waterfall (to mitigate the heightened feelings), Hala a cigarette - like in the movies), failed to call his broker to increase his mortgage - 2: 00 am, he was surely playing somewhere - then in a fit of generosity of heart, decided to become a misanthrope (e). It could well help others get out of trouble.

What if she herself was on the pavement? Broken heart, she opened her bag, trembling, took out the card borrowed desk in secret to his son, took his spot, opened wide the door leading to the long table in the small dealer and triumphantly shouted, "Who needs money to gamble? . Without waiting for anyone, she hurriedly threw five red chips on the heavy purple carpet, summoned from the dealer décroupir, made the round eyes of astonishment at hearing say: "... Madam, your chips are false."

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