dreams

I was riding the metro today at 1 pm to go to the train station and get the bag of food my parents had sent me from home. It was sad, both ways there were two different sets of beggars who had signs saying " Starving. Please help." They were usually very small children accompanied by thier mother or an older sibling. They looked desperate but my suspicios, culturally formed reflex was to ask myself if they were putting on an act or really in need. I mean, it was obvious they were in need but the other question was, are they part of someone's gang who makes all of them go around and beg and give them most of the money. People gave 30 c, some chips. People do give, which is good to know. They probably still despise the beggars because most of them are gypsy, but they still lend a hand. Maybe not all is lost.