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Thursday, September 13, 2012

The Hobo


Wearing dirty torn clothes, he roamed the city on this dark cold night in search of a place to rest his weary body. He had lost everything in his life, family, friends, money, health, wealth and dignity. It was hard to believe that he had once been a multi millionaire and had been surrounded by beautiful people; well at least on the outside they were beautiful.

He walked and walked quite calmly because he had nothing to worry about. He wouldn’t be attached for he knew he stunk although not being able to notice the smell and it was clear to see that he didn’t own a thing. So he calmly walked along the streets looking for a place to sleep that night.

Ahead of him he noticed some people under an overpass. It looked like a pigsty because of some cars that had stopped and dumped some leftovers for those homeless people to eat. Besides that, there was the stench of urine. He didn’t want anything the other homeless were fighting over, for he had gotten used to eating just once a day and he was always blessed enough to find a good soul who would by him some lunch.

He managed to spot a place where he could lay out the cardboard box that he had been carrying with him throughout the day. He did just that. Some people looked at him but no one came over to kick him out of there or even to talk to him, so he stayed.

As he was laying back trying to fall asleep, his thoughts wandered to the past and he recalled what his life had been like a few years ago before his brother had set him up.

Rage started to fill his heart. His older brother, together with his wife had planned the whole thing. The hatred that he felt wasn’t towards these two, but towards his stupidity. He couldn’t believe he had been so blind and trusted them so much. He actually loved them and how could he have ever imagined that his own flesh and blood would one day betray him. With this one his mind, he managed to fall asleep.

On the following morning, it was quite early, the sun was just barely showing itself in the sky; he was awakened by a strong gust of water. He coughed and choked and started to roll down the street. The water was truly powerful.

When he finally managed to get a hold of himself, he could see what was going on. There was a gigantic city water truck washing the streets. The city workers did not care whether there were human beings among the litter. With the powerful gush of water, they just swept everyone and everything away. Right behind this truck there was another truck with a big scoop that just scrapped up the trash and threw it into the opening in the rear of the truck. The people scurried like mice to get away and not be hurt by the scrapper.

All you could hear was the sound of the water gushing out of the hose, the scoop scrapping the concrete ground, children crying and men and women screaming and yelling. It wasn’t a war scene but there was horror in the sounds those humans were producing.

As he walked away in tears, he remembered that it was election year and the government needed to clean up the city and it did just that.


Author’s note: I actually witnessed the city water truck cleaning the streets in downtown SP the other morning and it was a horrible scene.

(Written: September 13, 2012)
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