a job in the city, that's the life
I left my provincial small town this morning for a job interview in a city, a reasonably lengthy train journey away. The extremes of poverty and wealth that are seen side by side in a city are sickening, so it was nice to return.
I sat for a while in a square, a row of benches spanning the perimeter. In the centre was a busker with his guitar, singing songs, at one side sat a handful of 'tramps', (for want of a better word), one of whom approached the busker, threw a few coins into his collection and asked him to play 'Sarah'. He asked him not to start until he'd called his girlfriend over, who was selling copies of The Big Issue, (magazine sold on the street by homeless people), a little way further up. They stood there together listening to the song. That was a beautiful moment.
Thu, 27th Sep 2007 17:14:42 +01:00
Your article is very beautiful. I like it.
UsingThu, 27th Sep 2007 17:18:14 +01:00
Indeed! Rare moments.
UsingFri, 28th Sep 2007 11:43:15 +01:00
Ralph McTell's Streets of London pop up in my mind reading your post.
UsingFri, 28th Sep 2007 12:22:10 +01:00
Let me grab you by the arm and drag you through the streets of London. I'll show you something that'll make you really sick
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