In addition to this post:

As always I walk daily by the homeless guy, basically living in a tunnel under the railways where I deliver the companies mail.

He has not more than his guitar, it's probably as old as me lol, a dirty jacket, a backpack and a suitcase (probably left behind by someone) where people trow a few coins in.

His face is unshaved and his skin looks like he works in the coalmines. The people in my city are shopping in the Outlet Stores from all kinds of expensive clothing campanies, spending a fortune on designer shit they don't need. Imagine sitting there and freezing, waiting, playing guitar in the hope someone, at some point might please give him a measly Euro.

I bought this guy bread and tea. Do you have any idea how his eyes lit up when I made him feel like a human again? Shit man, I work 40 hrs/week and struggle but he, he neither gets attention nor something to eat while people are looking at their phones, handling their shopping bags or sipping on the coffee.

I had to pick up a big Delivery of mail and went twice to the post office. As I passed by he thanked me at least 3-4 times.

His life sucks.

Betty loosing her job and going back to her parents isn't such a bad thing after all.

Equality huh