[ST (Oct 31st, 2002)]
The immigrant girl left a note on every table the restaurant had set up along the street, in a row. A few tables on the hot and polluted air of downtown. The note was brief, concise: she didn't have anything to subsist, money, a home, a job, the bare necessities. The only thing the note said she had was three hungry children. A second later the girl came back. She picked up the notes and, with a broken voice, she prayed for a bit of help which, as far as I could see, nobody provided, including me. Most of us were distantly kind to her, somewhat embarrassed by both, the ongoing scene and her dramatic situation. The elderly couple at the very last table didn't even bother to look at the girl. The woman just kept reading a women's magazine. The man waved his right hand, telling her to go to blazes without a sound, his eyes focused on the right-wing paper he was holding.
The immigrant girl left a note on every table the restaurant had set up along the street, in a row. A few tables on the hot and polluted air of downtown. The note was brief, concise: she didn't have anything to subsist, money, a home, a job, the bare necessities. The only thing the note said she had was three hungry children. A second later the girl came back. She picked up the notes and, with a broken voice, she prayed for a bit of help which, as far as I could see, nobody provided, including me. Most of us were distantly kind to her, somewhat embarrassed by both, the ongoing scene and her dramatic situation. The elderly couple at the very last table didn't even bother to look at the girl. The woman just kept reading a women's magazine. The man waved his right hand, telling her to go to blazes without a sound, his eyes focused on the right-wing paper he was holding.
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