It has been over 3 months and I ALWAYS forget to count this anecdote.
EVERY MORNING! while I go to school, I see a an old man with white hair and a weird posture, wearing the same jacket, be it 30° C in September or 12° in November (wonder if he will cover up when winter comes), with a band-aid on his cheek (Nelly style!). He just stands in the middle of the street and does NOTHING! He doesn’t seem to beg; never saw him address anybody or never had his hand out, but deep in his jeans pockets (which seem to be the same). No matter what time it is: 8h30 or 11h, he is ALWAYS standing there.