Everything looks different when you find new friends.
About the smell, I guess I stopped to feel it since I started to eat hamburguers and fries.
I'm at home now and feel sad, somehow life changed last month.
Homeless, it seems like all of them live in the same neighborhood, just next to my hostel. I saw an average of 12 all them every block in that neighborhood. Somehow, homeless from Chile, Spain and San Francisco are different. What I found in SF was people deeply damaged, with no sense of reality, with no connection to other people. Most of them didn't even ask for money. Some people told me that they recive some money from the city government, like $100 a month and also have free food in some charity institutions. But, i wonder how can a homeless can keep some of his dignity?
In my last hours in the city, I was walking down the streets at 5.30 in the morning, and when I was just getting to my place I saw a black man, a homeless, it seemed like he just woke up and was looking at a glass door and at the first sight I saw him with one hand on his head, but when I saw him again i realised he was looking at the glass door while he was trying to comb his hair and was using the door as a mirror and somehow i just wanted to cry.
In that moment i remembered an old man, he was like 60 or 70 years old, in Chile, maybe 10 years ago. I was walking down the streets a sunday morning and it was very usual to find very poor people trying to sell different kind of things in the streets, like candies, handkerchiefs or second-hand clothes. They usually wore dirty, but i saw this man putting all his stuff on a blanket in the ground geeting ready to sell that little things and when i saw him he was smiling and he was wearing a suit. When he finished to put order in his blanket, took a comb from his pocket and combed his hair. Each time i feel compassion for anybody I remember that man.
Maybe dignity has to be with taking care of yourself even if you have nothing to take care for.
Compassion. Sadness.

