Milan Beggars Dull street vagrants and strained tweedle a subway beggar - Quite a common phenomenon in any more or less a major city. This case is so familiar that already do not pay attention in particular. But in recent years Milan - the season they have printed, or what?? - I see the wonders of human resourcefulness in defrauding money from passers-by. first thing I noticed that around Christmas of currently available at their workplace two beggars, whom I have the opportunity to observe the "barre" each morning. One is attached snugly in one of the exits from the subway station Missori around the corner so as not to muzzle and silence puts his cap, without irritating the ear or Roma howls with the wishes of the "health, happiness, joy, nor mournful strumming violins. The second usually is acquired near-mail at Corso Italia, persistently trying to foist a newspaper office in a hurry and plaintively asks passers-by for coffee. Every morning I see it shaved, ironed, in the beautiful ochochkah and clean sneakers. And now they're both gone, as if they had blown away - it is they skip or a vacation with them next?
And on Sunday at the entrance to the church we were stopped by very resourceful instance. While we climbed the stairs, talking on a cell and Italian somebody hurry up and get dressed skorenko out of the house, but cost us to overtake him, he immediately pounced on us with their history: us de nowhere to live until 10 January and is also not at that and could not You go with me to one of the few open stores on Sunday that the central station, and buy something to eat, and I will, and phone number their leave so that you can check me if anything ... While I was pushed into his bewildered by such a stream of consciousness maman toward the entrance to the church, My husband has offered to Uncle denyuzhku. The old man at first did not want to take, all solid about that with him went to the supermarket (can, and helped bring string bags!) but seeing the rapidly vanishing in the inner coat pocket a purse, quickly changed his mind. My husband the whole mass compassion uncle and was trying to run home принести ему панеттоне. И плюньте мне в глаза и назовите черствой, но дядьке тому я не поверила. Кто и, особенно, откуда должен был быстренько выходить, раз они apartment lost? And who would have them expelled from the apartment and yes even in the middle of the holidays, if Milan just died out and italntsy - because they, not foreigners in the ground and pass the Apartments for rent - who went on a tour of kin to svey Italy, who in the mountains, who have to ..
And today utretsa early modern history: just got my husband out of the house and came up with a tram stop, as we flew a smiling young Italian guy with a question: "Are you Italian?", which is not expecting such a turn of events, my husband did not find anything better to do than reply: "Well, in general, not quite ..." Man is not lost and so strictly observed, "How is this so? Or the Italians or not! "and proceeded to the story that he non-local, came from Varese to Milan for an interview, and he stole a tram in the" acquired by an unsustainable labor, money and documents, and he must collect 49 euros for the trip. However, he clearly shaken the mobile phone to give his narrative greater weight. My husband to fork out for a trifle, which caused confusion and dissatisfaction fastidious fellow who approached me with the hope of "maybe signorina will also take part. " I'm confused feelings was fumbled for his wallet, but her husband lectured dude next guest trifles "for signorina" wished a happy journey home and dragged me to the subway. As always a good idea comes oposlya, and only then we realized that the guy, getting it really in such a mess, it would call friends and ask to buy him a train ticket and tell them the reservation code - this would be enough controllers. And I would still initially went for an interview, and then began to call friends and not a small thing to shoot at passers-by ... Here I am a doubting Thomas, Yes!
But, IMHO, the most colorful and clever beggar stands at the intersection of Corso Italia and Via Molino delle Armi. When the pedestrian red light, a homeless man deftly swooped on the crowd at a traffic light and collect tribute - because many rightly believe that it is better to leave with a handful of little things, than to allow him to breathe on a stale ... Here is a simple calculation allows someone to work just before lunch. That's it! And you, comrades, trouble yourself to 6 on the zdorovechko!
