My first encounter with the beggars from Bucharest was in my first year of college. Having in mind that I'm a quite sensitive and empathic person,I was overwhelmed by their way of dressing, their problems, their songs and everything else.
Then I saw Filantropica. My beggar sensitivity level dropped a little bit. Afterwards I met all the punks who were asking me for money to buy beer and other stuff. Some of them were actually better dressed than me. Some of them even had things more expensive than my whole month ratio. Then one day as i was waiting for a friend in front of the National Theater this really elegant woman comes toward me and asks me for money. That was the last drop and for some reason she didn't quite like my reaction.
But time passed and so all my negative feelings. So one day I decided to help this old woman sitting in front of my house. She was constantly beaten by her husband or whatever that guy was. I bought a bag of food and I gave it to her. She took it, looked inside asked me "What, no money?" and she threw it away. That was another last drop.
Buuut, time passed again and near my current home live a looot of beggars(I don't know why, maybe because of the crisis but i never so so many people asking for money in my entire life). I never did anything until today. I think i developed this self-defense mechanism that helps me ignore them. Anyway, near the Mega Image shop close to my house there is this man who always wines. He has this high pitched almost annoying voice and he is always saying he's hungry. Today I passed near him again, went inside the shop and bought him food. When I gave him the bag, he grabbed it from my hands, didn't say thank you or anything, instead he began to ask for money for his treatment.
So don't you just hate it? Don't you just want to scream at them? I mean, for Pete's sake, at least say thank you. You say you're hungry, I give you food, yes, I know it's only today, but I have no job, so you could at least appreciate it.
This time I'm done for good.