By Guest Blogger: SANDRA GLUSCHANKOFF — Argentinian (read bio)
One, two, five… ten. One.
That was the number of homeless men I counted while I strolled two blocks down a very quaint little town in the Central Coast of California.
Ten men and one woman.
The ages? Very hard to guess.
Under the many layers of clothing they wore, and behind the deep creases in their skin left by the incessant beating of the sun, these men could’ve been anywhere between their twenties and forties.
This is not the first time I have encountered homeless people in my life.
I come from a country where hobos are an institution. It is a tough pill to swallow because down there, a huge number of these beggars are children. Unlike the adults we are used to seeing begging on the streets wearing everything they own, these children are barely dressed. Their feet are blistered from their constant barefoot walking on the rough pavement and their faces smeared with dirt from their precarious living conditions. (more…)