I am one of them.
Not to mention sitting on a step of a very busy corner near the St. Jaume train station, where pesky tourists, busy locals and where well-meaning, kind-hearted, and endearing photographers, like me, pass by, second by second.
Around this corner of the city, I have seen, each and every time, a man always, ALWAYS scrunched in an enticing and inviting squatting position. But, alas, he seems to be well aware of me even before I have turned the corner, and with luck I have not been able to capture him.
near Sant Jaume train station
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But this day, next to him, sat a girl. At first, I thought she was terribly near-sighted and might be having difficulty writing, as there was a pen in her hand and paper on her lap.
But, as I got closer, I noticed her eyes closed and a wonderful, purring sound of a 12 wheeler semi-truck emanating from her.
Her tiny body had the appearance of a contemporary dancer just finishing an exhausting performance.
As I write this post, I wonder if she ever started let alone finish her task.
At the very most, she looked rested and
Now, I rest this post.
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