bike
It was the first sunny sunday since weeks, everyone was one the streets and walking on the waterside of the river. After the arcades comes a row of banks and the entry to a tunnel, to pass the wide and busy street.
A old woman stands up from one of the banks, slowly, she waits there for a second, watching nowhere and walks away leaving a open box on the bank. Everbody is relaxed, happy about the sun, but she walks slow, knowing every step, looking down, and not looking back.
It is around 1am, a old homeless man comes out of the tunnel, packed with 4-6 plastic bags. A white long beard. He sits down beside the box, the bags placed all around him. In the box a closed plastic pot, two round breads and more stuff wrapped into paper. No cutleryor or dishes. He starts eating while she walks away.
Thats his bike, it was parked on the other side of the tunnel, in a not so busy alley.
