Sleeping rough...
I’d imagine that being homeless is horrible. I’ve seen many a documentary about those who live on the streets, but I wouldn’t begin to make out that I have any kind of view on the subject other than it must be a nightmarish existence. The most frightening thing in my opinion, is that it can happen to anybody. How many times have I heard a homeless person state that his or her marriage broke up and they found themselves without a place to live? It’s quite incredible how we all walk on a tightrope and could fall off at any second. I often wonder what it would be like to be on the streets and how I would cope with the minute-by-minute pressures of having to look out for myself, find food and, most importantly, shelter. What always baffles me, however, is why homeless people stay in the city. I’m sure there are reasons that I simply don’t know about because I’ve never been in that position, but if it was me, the first thing I’d do is get out of the city. I would buy myself a tent (somehow)...