When I lived in Turkey, there were two beggars who patrolled the streets near my office: one blind and the other with no legs..... although he didn't so much patrol, as was just propped there. It looked terrible and so sad, I sound like a fucker, but I'm laughing with massive admiration; the indomitable spirit of some humans when faced with adversity is just so absurd that laughter is sometimes the only way to handle it, without the darkness they must occasionally feel, also afflicting you. He had a bag wrapped around the bottom of his torso which made him look like a weeble-wobble. The first time I saw him I thought he was just stood in a hole and that the bag was a disguise.
What surprised me though was that he always had a suit jacket on; if I was a beggar with no legs, I wouldn't bother to put a suit jacket with a shirt and tie on, I'd dress like a proper scruffbag; I am sure some people who would otherwise have given him money must have thought "well, if he can afford to throw away a pair of suit trousers he obviously doesn't need my money, I'll give it to the blind fella."
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