Today around seventeen hours in the middle of the sidewalk of the Boulevard Saint-Germain with both hands he still holds his sign with one entry for I'm hungry. At every step I take to have a closer look at what yad'écrit and around the Brasserie Lipp is a little more unbearable. Around him, of course, will I be wrong not specify the passersby do not care any more than the regular customers who sit or not eat or drink the more or less slobbery lip on the inside so the brewery Lipp seated themselves on the contrary it can hardly be said even with the mouth I'm hungry bring me food. So that's right for him no question ordering. Forward again and now close about him as if I could touch but not quite I feel my hand near the fifth pocket of my blue jeans slightly faded at the thighs made but not quite feel better and today is usually where one day the usual rows are parts of my money. To the idea of giving him ten cents to twenty or arbitrary punishment I think that's what good little pretend it is not at least want to feel good that at Saint-Germain-des- Meadows has all of a height, so let's face it are not Germanopratins two euros for a penny in fact I go out of their shelter denim is not a sum not more but this is the best I have to ring and tripped into his piggybank archaic plastic in fact. He said nothing when it hurts the other rare coins or I do not hear me say thank you or not or something else and I do not mind after all the rigor that is not why I'm doing this . When no end. But certainly because of the books purchased for Nelly to offer his birthday on the twenty-sixth this year at a rate of almost sixty-five euros per volume and Because of three volumes in the Bibliotheque de la Pleiade from the first to the three hundred and twenty-seventh night of the three hundred and twenty-seven to seven hundred and ten-ninth night of the seven hundred and ten-ninth to the thousand and first night also because of the meal we will take together when we love we do not count and also touched on the idea of offering him a bouquet of ten tulips which she did not expect. In all these reported figures clearly two euros is definitely not a burden. Indeed there is reason for it not end then. Or no I mean or maybe yes. There is no doubt because it causes it is raining there kneeling on the floor on his knees or nearly so in the sixth district to know the borough's most pretentious probably from Paris to know where this money is not lacking in knowledge where moreover it shows and it shows up and when you do not you take tunes like when we a. Failing to have and laziness as well as failing to take the tunes when we have I give him a little because of what I have will say it. But no that's not it. Rather it is that sympathy came over me suddenly. I suffer with him and I feel and I live. With him I do not eat. Not this. But I'm with him. To my great despair that I am not Christian and therefore not a witness or sponsor it even less clearly reluctantly but probably not the opposite of what I expect from me is how I become a Christian. Absolved of my sins in absolute certainly not. But at that time fully Christian. And the best I might add. In this language or another I would add yet I act out of love for humanity and because I feel close to my neighbor goes without saying but that is to say, shall I say accuracy because I recognize in my knees this year. Failure to kneel with him and everything is possible after all to pray with whatever I do not know if he is Christian or not I share with him what I have. At least it's already a bit is not it. So here we are communing here and showing by example that Christianity has a chance to resurrect an August figure in an autumn day autumn of December step until you give than that which is not known as incredible as it may seem at first.
Ah! Paris will always have Paris ... "he sighed at the thought.
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