Cannes, evening - I'm with a friend and two girls just met. Walk with one another and with the corner of my eye I see someone running back towards us. We thought it should snatch her purse, which takes between us, and stretch out an arm to hurt him with his elbow. Instead
beggar with a little 'too much enthusiasm: I say no, and he insists the situation is bad. He pestered the girl, I put myself in the middle and without my noticing she walks away and I get ready to Rumble.
Then the tones are muted, I insulted him in his language, as I understand the answer, and this displaces it.
This seems over there. Shortly after we all sat at a table outside a pub. He checked again, even more obnoxious. He speaks French, me in English. He comments on the girls and heavy personal questions about us, and what we ask him to leave threatening to stay there if you do not pay.
I know enough to give him something for putting him back, but now it is personal, it's a bully.
His threat makes me jump up and realizes that he exaggerated.
In a friendly way, but decided to put my arm around to push it and we move away:
- Leave me alone! - He does.
- I'm not doing anything - I say.
- Do not touch me!
- I'm not touching - and I say keep pushing.
- Of course you touch me, you're pushing!
- Indeed, indeed.
- Then do not touch me!
- I'm not touching ...
I explain to him that bothers us, it can not do so, and he asks me where I learned his language. It makes me questions about myself, and I understand his insistence that all is in fact a desperate search for a human relationship.
Meanwhile we get to a McDonald's and ask him if he is hungry.
So we go together. He speaks Italian, said he went to Italy to get some money, but gave him 15 euro for a day of Working from dawn till night, and could not survive. This makes me feel guilty, because he went to my house to seek his fortune, instead he found only people who wanted to take advantage of his desperation.
I ask him what he wants, and he shows the big picture of the sandwich on special offer.
He tries to convince me that is a good person:
- I am a thief. I stole it and I was in prison, and then they threw me out of Italy. But I mean, is not how to kill ...
- Chips?
- No.
- Really? An ice cream?
- No, thanks. See? I'm not one that takes advantage of only the bare minimum.
- To drink?
- A Coca-Cola. The cashier's
asks whether large or small, and he takes the baby.
She puts things on the tray and I'll pay. He picks up the sandwich in one hand and Coca in the other.
Then we go out and he, noting the cap on the glass, exclaimed:
- And as I drink this?!? The
take a straw.
Then I tell him that now I must go, he thanks me, I hope that God bless me, we do both cards, we shake hands, and as I leave I have a sick feeling, because I think that was the first time went into a McDonald's.
We are so fortunate to be able to afford to make the squeamish, we see McDonald's as a daily reality so we do not realize which for many is something unattainable.
The sea is full of yachts.
A brave man who knows at least four languages \u200b\u200band is bent from the waist because he has not had a chance, while others may not smarter than he can afford to pay 18 euro for a Coke.
How life bastard ...
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