
“You stay on the road when you least expect it. You stay
no money, no parents, no apartment, no partner… It’s not nice. You sleep under
by the bridge, you eat expired sandwiches, you beg for them
money in front of shops. You are tired in the evening, you need rest.
But unfortunately you can only find it on a bench, under a bridge, on cold concrete
the ground. There is no remote, no couch, no mother to comfort you.
We get off track for various reasons, either because of alcohol,
drugs, violence or crime… But homelessness sometimes
it also means resisting society, friends, parents. Even if you have
room in your parents’ house and you are estranged or live in a rental, se
you quarrel with the owners, you don’t have a real home. This is not real life.
A ‘bum’ is not always a person sleeping on the street, that word can have
many different meanings. It’s definitely not something you should
shamed. At most, there is something that should encourage us to
we trust someone, we find a person who cares about us. We always do
who finds Someone who will pat you, take you under the shoulder, buy you
sandwich, done a favor. Even if it’s a liter of wine, we have it
your problems. Good people make our day. They help either way
otherwise, the hand that holds you under the shoulder is important. Even if you are
drunkard, drug addict. Friends, relatives, society are important.
For someone to offer you support when you need it most. This is true
worth a lot.
Drugs, parties,
great, great. As long as it is. Soon it will be gone. You find that your own
your relatives don’t want to talk to you, they throw you on the street, you
they give up everything you had until then. The feeling is terrible, something
the worst in the world. Friends are made on the road, but it’s not the same.
They have their own problems, they are not real friends. On Sundays, you occupy the
park, you take a nap on a bench, you get robbed. In addition to the other, you remain
minus all the property you still have. Beware of this, it’s really bad,
literally. Do not give in to the temptation that would lead you to the street.
It’s not worth it. Protect your life, it’s worth it. It is in Ljubljana
overnight stays very poorly organized, we only have a few containers,
those constructions in which bunk beds are built. Become homeless
they squeeze like sardines, they stink of stale sweat, urine, alcohol.
Such a stay is a stay that offers nothing, nothing personal.
You have one shower and one toilet on the hill. Usually even the toilet
there is no paper. But a homeless person has to make do with many things.
He takes refuge under a bridge, in a garage, a basement. He is kicked out by the police and
they write him a high sentence, which he will never be able to do anyway
to pay.
It is a bare life that homeless people have to live on
the road. It’s not worth a person, don’t let anyone do that. Nurture
yourself, find your loved ones, try to keep your basic humanity
dignity, take care of the basics. Believe that it will
found a way. For everyone, one way or another. Believe me it will. This
is important. Humans are social creatures, we need company,
support. You will always find her somewhere. we must love each other
we have to work together, it’s essential!
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