I need a painkiller. You know that feeling when someone is pressing against your chest and you can’t breathe properly? Well, that is only fifty percent of my pain, the other fifty comes from my head that feels as if all the veins will explode and my brain will just fall out. I thought that the worst part of being homeless sleeping with an empty stomach or freezing in the winter, but I realized today that the worst part of being homeless is not having access to medicine when you are sick. It’s funny because the first time I heard on the news about those “Doctors without borders” that help the homeless in America, I thought that they are losers. Instead, of being in their offices and making money they just waste their time and effort on homeless people. Who would imagine that one day I would be the one in need of them?
So, things I have to try to do today to survive: find another plastic cup (which I doubt I will), beg for some money, and skip meal to buy medicine. Surprisingly, Advil costs only a euro; I found that out at 2am when my wife …show more content…
She could at least be honest and say: “No, thank you.” One thing I learned from being homeless is that it doesn’t matter what kind of character you have as long as you wear nice clothes and look “clean” people will treat you with respect and regard you as an equal. I need to get up and walk two blocks and wait outside the supermarket. People always drop cents there because they are in a rush to get to their cars. Outside of the supermarket I watch a woman with tight jeans and a tight white shirt that barely covers her layers of fat holding 6 bags filled with groceries. A little girl is walking next to her while eating a “lacta” milk chocolate. That used to be my favorite as a child and grandma always got it for me after we left the playground. I give a look at the women. My expression resembles that of a child who is beginning the mother for another candy. She notices me. She stops for a moment and looks inside her
So, things I have to try to do today to survive: find another plastic cup (which I doubt I will), beg for some money, and skip meal to buy medicine. Surprisingly, Advil costs only a euro; I found that out at 2am when my wife …show more content…
She could at least be honest and say: “No, thank you.” One thing I learned from being homeless is that it doesn’t matter what kind of character you have as long as you wear nice clothes and look “clean” people will treat you with respect and regard you as an equal. I need to get up and walk two blocks and wait outside the supermarket. People always drop cents there because they are in a rush to get to their cars. Outside of the supermarket I watch a woman with tight jeans and a tight white shirt that barely covers her layers of fat holding 6 bags filled with groceries. A little girl is walking next to her while eating a “lacta” milk chocolate. That used to be my favorite as a child and grandma always got it for me after we left the playground. I give a look at the women. My expression resembles that of a child who is beginning the mother for another candy. She notices me. She stops for a moment and looks inside her