Off mice and men...

I am sick... still had to find something to eat...
(surviving in a city is more about knowing how to drive and use a credit card). I met the everyday people...those who don't have a job...unemployed, retired...

One of them, a Lady, the talked to me, waiting and queuing in order to get our post mail. She was talking about people who lives down town in the unsafe area...
But instead of saying, the drug addict, the poor, the black, the arabic, foreigners, immigrant, "those" people, delinquents, gangsters, robbers, rabble or whatever,

She used the term "unhappy people"...
How sweet, preciously accurate and fully sensitive word...
This woman had a "je ne sais quoi" that keeps faith alive.