When I walk early in Tasmajdan Park, I often see this woman on the same park bench. Of course she's not there in inclement weather, but when it's warmish, she is, and I go early enough to see her awaken, make her 'bed', and then do her hair. And then she speaks, sometimes softly, sometimes in a harsh voice, to her suitcase.
Of course I don't stick around to eavesdrop, but this is so sad. I wonder what her story is.
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Sad indeed.
She seems so very young to be in such dire straits.
It's heartbreaking but you see it everywhere. Certainly here.
And she seems to have a lot to carry around too...
Les histoires sont souvent tres demoralisantes et surtout derourantes tout du moins ici autour de TOulouse.
A very similar story occurs here in Madrid at a bus stop. Lately no longer see the lady.
Hopefully be a better place!
Tomás.
Always a sad thing.
Hope she doesn't have to lug all that stuff very often.
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