Tramps like us...and we like tramps

There aren't many in the city, but when I see them, I can't resist giving tramps money. You should see their little old faces. The money I make, while its a nice bit less than the wonderful dole at home (I love the dole), it places me firmly in the city's middle class here.

These are always elderly people who have seen so much, survived the madness of Mao and the transition to an open economy but have been left behind by the apparent boom (cars and apartment blocks). You can give them 2 or 3 euro (which is ten times more than they will have collected all day) and they are fed for a couple of days.

And unlike tramps at home, you can be sure they aren't spending it on smack.

There isn't any.