When I moved to Montreal a few years ago that I really wanted to live in downtown to be near the action. By action, I thought halls, festivals, bars and restaurant. I do not think the bad side, I actually thought unconsciously, but I did not think about it, making me thereby an ostrich. And the ostrich has lost some feathers but did not pluck. Let me explain:
As mentioned above, I live downtown. To get to work, so I have to walk to Berri and Amherst and take the metro Berri-UQAM. On my way there are more mobile, I encounter every day. I acknowledge all of them, of course, even when I sleep walking at 6 am, coffee in one hand and a notebook in the other. Them by cons, do not recognize me in any way, or they are showing bad faith very obvious! So, let's go bum bum by, following my route.
The first, which I affectionately call The Skunk (in my head of course), always sleep in the lobby of my apartment block, slumped over a stack of flyers and can not go further Fortunately, because the second door has a lock. The Skunk sleeping like a log (a log is a small rodent hibernator, the gray coat, which feeds on fruits and seeds, which definition suits well enough for this man) when I'm out of my house. So, gentian, I have to push the door so that it settles a bit and I could leave. Rather than ignore me, since I often go see, and every time I do not know, he holds out his hand muttering,''You would not have changed a little to eat?''I I invariably returned to him, I push the audacity to run my hand into my purse when I see an empty beer can in his other hand. Hmm Hmm .... We no longer have the same food before! So I walk away and continue my journey morning.
I walk on Ontario, one in no hurry. Sitting on a wooden flower box in front of the grocery store, look at me fag Madam happen eyes narrowed, trying to detect if I have a cigarette in hand, to ask me. Obviously I did not, I quickly learned never to take out my pack of cigarettes on certain streets, as some think they are seagulls and revolves around smoking in the hope of stripping them of their precious bundle. So when I pass Ms. cigarette, she stares at me as if I made him a personal affront by not smoking. She then asked me some money to eat. Oh that people are hungry in my neighborhood! Unbelievable. I ignore it and continue my path.
The following video illustrates I saw almost every day.
We will meet at the corner of Berri and Ontario for the rest of this journey.
To be continued ...
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