Listening to people´s stories
In front of a train station in Poznan (Poland). I am rolling a cigaratte. A homeless looking man comes to me.
- Do you have fire?
I give hime a lighter and he lits a half of cigarette he hound a minute ago in a ashtray.
- Would you like to have a cigarette? — I ask him.
- Yes, but I can´t roll by myself.
I roll one for him and for me.
- You know, I am homeless — he started.
- Insurance company. I had an accident at work and had 2 surgeries. I´ve spent all my money for that. I was sitting two months at home, but after the accident my work contract was not extended. I did not have money to pay my rent. My landlord told me either I pay or go. So I became homeless.
- Where do you sleep?
- At the stations, stairs, but sleeping on the stairs is not comfortable. Sometimes I go to a bus, but after 20 minutes it reaches last stop and then I have to go out. Maybe now I´ll find a job. I could even clean this shopping mall — he points at the shopping center inside the train station. But I´m not registered as a citizen in this city. You know, since we talk, would you have 1 PLN for me for some food?
I wondered what kind of food he can have for 1 PLN. I searched my wallet and give him every coin I can find. About 7 PLN (not even 2 EUR).
- Oh, thank you! For that money I will have food for the rest of the day! You know, I was so hungry today until someone bought me something from MC Donald. You know, sometimes I´m starving but I don´t have a courage to beg. I´m ashamed. — he said with tears in his eyes.
- I have apples with me. Would you like to have some?
- Hm, maybe just two. I have just my backpack. I have water with me, a soap… It´s quite heavy after the whole day carrying it.
- Yeah, I know.
- Thank you very much! — he said. He took his backpack and left.
I went inside the station and looked for my train.