This is a scene I have in mind for years. Actually it happened to me.
A few years ago It was a very cold day in April and there was this man, sleeping on the street nearby a garbage can. He wore very thin clothes and he`d got only one shoe. He didn`t move at all, but everyone went by without caring, even me.
I crossed that place a second time and he still hadn`t moved. I stood there for a while and in my heart I wanted to touch him to be sure he`s alright, but I couldn`t do it. I was afraid of what his reaction might be. And after a few minutes I went off, haven`t done anything, although I wanted to.
This scene follows me since then and I can`t forget him. Until today I don`t know, if he was alright.

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