Even though you can barely call his a sweater when it is snowing outside, the old man is cheerful when performing. Unlike the people who get out of the subway in suits and fur coats. Their faces are gloomy.
Etichetă: Beggars
Mr. Petrica
I met Mr. Petrica in Herastrau. He was smoking used cigarette butts and smelled like dead flowers. Had the stern posture of a general and the delicate gestures of a watchmaker. He wasn’t begging, but didn’t refuse to eat with me, either. Thus, I learnt his story was not at all as I had imagined…
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