when i first moved to spain (back in 1987) i was horrified to see people begging in the street. the first time i saw an old lady all dressed in black, wailing softly to herself and waving a torn McDonalds cup at anyone who passed i didn't actually know what she was doing.
that never happened in Britain.
then of course, i moved back, and that kind of thing was happening everywhere.
i remember coming out of Brixton tube one evening and seeing a couple asleep on a matress. by this time, the whole homelessness thing was so normal for me it actually took me a couple of seconds to register the fact that there were people asleep in the street! and that surely, that shouldn't be.
this morning the same kind of thing happened. i was walking to the gym and an old man passed me on his hands and knees. he was crawling down the road. and not one of the people he passed, myself included, batted an eyelid.
it wasn't until i got to the gym that it struck me how weird it was to see someone crawling down the strand and how bad it was that none of us did anything about it.
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