A story about a poor man One day, I walked through the metrol station, I saw a poor man who wore dirty clothings, seemed that he had a mental problem, was seating nearby the metrol station. He picked lots of cigarette bottom and played it. Furthermore, a man passed by who was from Africa i guess bought some food from Mcdonald and gave him, put that on the ground, it seemed that he had no reaction when the African did, it's though-provoking, I tried to walk slowly and noticed what's going on, at the end, he was still playing the cigarette and didn't eat the food.