usual shopping at the supermarket "German" this morning. And 'I broke to look after the needs of this month and do the shopping in this place, we are all poor imitations of the good stuff of the real market.
But in the end I go with 50 € and I filled the cart. I feel a little 'jerk to be satisfied something like that.
exit is not the usual rumenalbanmontenegkazako begging. There is a woman. Well, citizenship is one of those. The face reflects ancient sorrows. The eyes who knows what they are watching. Step further and load in the car. The carriage back and pick the euro. Crossing look while I put the coin in his hand. I'm not even angry inside me, while she sits and holds out his hand. Here in Chiavari not find one that gets up to fix the truck, they remind me of a shepherd, wooden flute and sheepskin vest sitting near the cave in my old crib, a child who persist in keeping me glued with Bostik because I always fell. She did not. A face that seems to tell stories that you would not want to hear.
I think the discussion had in weeks to work, that you should not help any foreigner here. Possibly go helped at home they may become self-sufficient, blah, blah, blah .... and of course I quote only the best comment ...
Solita history that tends to suppress the charity. That gesture that I learned from my mother when I went to church with her. I sat on the bench and I prayed that Jesus would help the guy out. Theories and projects I can do indefinitely, even valid. But what can I say to those who held out his hand? The port with me and without him I am nothing to explain how the world works? I offer the recipe for a living? Or I could give him a little said about the global economic system with plans for political reform ...
other times I tried not to let anything but then I went and I felt more sad. Cristiancattodaminesanvincenzo is not morality. E 'I see a in the flesh that suffers a foot from me and fuck that comes to mind? A social project? One euro will not solve anything but I'm glad we looked at that face.
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