When you live in a big city, namely Paris, people tend to see the same people the same hours in the same neighborhoods and on the same subway lines.
These are anonymous who are part of our everyday landscape.
The people we come across most often are those that one is forced out by their marks: there is the framework that will spring pressed his place in the subway for anything, Secretary peroxidized ago that forced the vanilla scent signed Yves Rocher, there is the crazy grandma who Pépette walks in a stroller, there is Gege cloth which has always worn the same mac and there's the homeless that makes the round in Street or in the Metro trains.
The homeless are unfortunately the most ignored because their condition frightened terribly good worker who has a roof, a family and a bank account more or less completed. Subconsciously, the sight of homeless acts like the sword of Damocles: anyone can find themselves in this precarious situation, after all, is the reality of our society.
Some homeless are forced to wander all day or all night. There are those who try to forget, others and themselves, and there are those who seek to help. It is the latter that I want to talk, and especially those who abuse the generosity and empathy for people who do not know that much.
Of all the people in need that I could pass him, some have apparently he made the round of trades. It is clear that these "professional beggars" do not care about the mouth of the people to extort a few dollars and I want to denounce these practices are to touch the heart of the way for him to open his wallet.
Ah! The Paris Metro! Top place of joy and well-being is now the most profitable for the beggar careerist. You must have a voice that carries and catching a good speech, timed his lap time in the car knowing that the next station is 1mn20s and must pass through the ranks during this period. It is not given to everyone and competition is fierce; from one station to another, the beggar may be pipped at the post by a more talented and persuasive.
There are different profiles for HP plotters, for example:
- musician. Not sponsored by RATP repressed because the cast, he tries to coax her dear public has asked nothing in his creaking Fiddler on a vague air of Edith Piaf. A few months later unsuccessful, it is found in any other situation that evoked during his first lyrical essay. He dropped the violin and is now a young widower grieving (see below).
- The religious. It invokes God and the Christian conscience of the traveler, reminding him that it is his duty to give less well off. This speech seems to work well because I found that people gave much more readily to a man of faith who will certainly take care of his liver when the workday ended rail.
- The vi ctime assault. Regardless of the number of months and subway trains visited since her attack that happened yesterday, it always fail to pay 13 euros for a ticket back to his native countryside.
- The widower / widow with dependent children. Much more often
are women than men elsewhere. Newly bereaved, his speech is his story. Her husband just passed away and left penniless with five mouths to feed. The next day, the recrosses and a child has suddenly left the family. Or all children respond to the call, but the little 5 year old suddenly younger than 3 years. And the mother seems menopausal ages ago. But as the religious, the widow moves and wins the jackpot.
The deception in the street is far more restrictive than in the subway. Indeed, the subway is a sheltered area requiring mobility foolproof. Moreover, it is much easier to impose an impostor speech to passengers trapped in a train than on the street who is constantly moving and requires the beggar to remain in a static and silent, whatever the weather . Here, everything is played on appearance and must rush the passer noticed the unhappy fate broken for him to help.
However, although the street is not the best place to try to bribe the pedestrian, I still unmasked needy liars who use subterfuge to extort public funds:
- Technique the small pet: people who have a heart like a logical animals. And it is by exploiting some animals fill pockets. One woman recently established residence in a corner of busy street near the Gare Saint Lazare. It is installed on his suitcase and wrapped in three layers of woollens to keep warm. She holds in her arms her little companion, a black cat that looks as miserable as she. It has no sign but it seems really in need. One imagines it was expelled with her and she has everything she has: this small suitcase and her cat. A small cup is placed on the floor and some pieces have been submitted by generous passers-by.
The next day, I meet again this poor woman and her cat. But something seems different from the previous day. I do not know but it bothers me. I go my way when I realize the black cat was passed to the bleach. He turned white as snow! Well gosh! And since then, she continues her discreet little exchange of cats. Sometimes I see the black cat and the white cat and so on. Odd for a person on the street.
Note that this technique is also used subliminal barter with children ...
- The technique of old age: see someone in need and homeless is always difficult to swallow, especially when that person is. Also in this same neighborhood teeming with people I had earlier noticed an old lady on her own and not really Air overwhelmed by poverty, to beg standing against a wall and holding in his hand a placard on which she had marked: "I have 77 years and I'm in the streets. Help me."
Then the next day, same-old woman, in different clothes from the previous day, same place, with a sign different from the previous day. This time it was written: "I have 84 years and I'm in the streets. Help me." Go on the granny, it lacks more than a cat and a dog drugged and installed in a mini bed and retirement is assured! Not only has she thought people never passed on the same street but more often it was not at his post. Was only between 10h and 13h we could see ... Maybe a former employee of La Poste, who knows?
When we no longer see these people who had been accustomed to cross, our landscape is disturbed, our habits are turned upside down and our heart is hoped that these people, were they truly in need, have finally found the way out ...
But how to differentiate honest people in their misery impostors who profit from the goodness of people to supplement their monthly difficult? And how do you know if the penny given will be spent as we had imagined (to pay for the hotel room, provide a meal for their child, or feed Pépette Pompon, buy their return ticket to their family ...)?
I do not know whether begging can solve the problems of poverty. By cons, if the money was instead offered the beggar gave associations committed to helping financially, morally and socially needy people, there might be a little less of those impostors in the streets and in subways. On yer good heart!
I wish everyone a happy new year 2011 and that you will never know the misery.
These are anonymous who are part of our everyday landscape.
The people we come across most often are those that one is forced out by their marks: there is the framework that will spring pressed his place in the subway for anything, Secretary peroxidized ago that forced the vanilla scent signed Yves Rocher, there is the crazy grandma who Pépette walks in a stroller, there is Gege cloth which has always worn the same mac and there's the homeless that makes the round in Street or in the Metro trains.
The homeless are unfortunately the most ignored because their condition frightened terribly good worker who has a roof, a family and a bank account more or less completed. Subconsciously, the sight of homeless acts like the sword of Damocles: anyone can find themselves in this precarious situation, after all, is the reality of our society.
Some homeless are forced to wander all day or all night. There are those who try to forget, others and themselves, and there are those who seek to help. It is the latter that I want to talk, and especially those who abuse the generosity and empathy for people who do not know that much.
Of all the people in need that I could pass him, some have apparently he made the round of trades. It is clear that these "professional beggars" do not care about the mouth of the people to extort a few dollars and I want to denounce these practices are to touch the heart of the way for him to open his wallet.
In the metro
Ah! The Paris Metro! Top place of joy and well-being is now the most profitable for the beggar careerist. You must have a voice that carries and catching a good speech, timed his lap time in the car knowing that the next station is 1mn20s and must pass through the ranks during this period. It is not given to everyone and competition is fierce; from one station to another, the beggar may be pipped at the post by a more talented and persuasive.
There are different profiles for HP plotters, for example:
- musician. Not sponsored by RATP repressed because the cast, he tries to coax her dear public has asked nothing in his creaking Fiddler on a vague air of Edith Piaf. A few months later unsuccessful, it is found in any other situation that evoked during his first lyrical essay. He dropped the violin and is now a young widower grieving (see below). - The religious. It invokes God and the Christian conscience of the traveler, reminding him that it is his duty to give less well off. This speech seems to work well because I found that people gave much more readily to a man of faith who will certainly take care of his liver when the workday ended rail.
- The vi ctime assault. Regardless of the number of months and subway trains visited since her attack that happened yesterday, it always fail to pay 13 euros for a ticket back to his native countryside. - The widower / widow with dependent children. Much more often
are women than men elsewhere. Newly bereaved, his speech is his story. Her husband just passed away and left penniless with five mouths to feed. The next day, the recrosses and a child has suddenly left the family. Or all children respond to the call, but the little 5 year old suddenly younger than 3 years. And the mother seems menopausal ages ago. But as the religious, the widow moves and wins the jackpot. the street 
The deception in the street is far more restrictive than in the subway. Indeed, the subway is a sheltered area requiring mobility foolproof. Moreover, it is much easier to impose an impostor speech to passengers trapped in a train than on the street who is constantly moving and requires the beggar to remain in a static and silent, whatever the weather . Here, everything is played on appearance and must rush the passer noticed the unhappy fate broken for him to help.
However, although the street is not the best place to try to bribe the pedestrian, I still unmasked needy liars who use subterfuge to extort public funds:
- Technique the small pet: people who have a heart like a logical animals. And it is by exploiting some animals fill pockets. One woman recently established residence in a corner of busy street near the Gare Saint Lazare. It is installed on his suitcase and wrapped in three layers of woollens to keep warm. She holds in her arms her little companion, a black cat that looks as miserable as she. It has no sign but it seems really in need. One imagines it was expelled with her and she has everything she has: this small suitcase and her cat. A small cup is placed on the floor and some pieces have been submitted by generous passers-by. The next day, I meet again this poor woman and her cat. But something seems different from the previous day. I do not know but it bothers me. I go my way when I realize the black cat was passed to the bleach. He turned white as snow! Well gosh! And since then, she continues her discreet little exchange of cats. Sometimes I see the black cat and the white cat and so on. Odd for a person on the street.
Note that this technique is also used subliminal barter with children ...
- The technique of old age: see someone in need and homeless is always difficult to swallow, especially when that person is. Also in this same neighborhood teeming with people I had earlier noticed an old lady on her own and not really Air overwhelmed by poverty, to beg standing against a wall and holding in his hand a placard on which she had marked: "I have 77 years and I'm in the streets. Help me." Then the next day, same-old woman, in different clothes from the previous day, same place, with a sign different from the previous day. This time it was written: "I have 84 years and I'm in the streets. Help me." Go on the granny, it lacks more than a cat and a dog drugged and installed in a mini bed and retirement is assured! Not only has she thought people never passed on the same street but more often it was not at his post. Was only between 10h and 13h we could see ... Maybe a former employee of La Poste, who knows?
When we no longer see these people who had been accustomed to cross, our landscape is disturbed, our habits are turned upside down and our heart is hoped that these people, were they truly in need, have finally found the way out ...
But how to differentiate honest people in their misery impostors who profit from the goodness of people to supplement their monthly difficult? And how do you know if the penny given will be spent as we had imagined (to pay for the hotel room, provide a meal for their child, or feed Pépette Pompon, buy their return ticket to their family ...)?
I do not know whether begging can solve the problems of poverty. By cons, if the money was instead offered the beggar gave associations committed to helping financially, morally and socially needy people, there might be a little less of those impostors in the streets and in subways. On yer good heart!
I wish everyone a happy new year 2011 and that you will never know the misery.
CC Cancan 2011
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