Okay… I know that I promised to update about our holiday in Hungary. But, something just happened, and I could not not post about this. I am afraid I have to postpone about holiday for awhile, because this is more important.
Priority. That is.
Yesterday I went to the city, to buy some stuff that we could not get in our local supermarket. Especially coffee, because our beloved Mr. Grumpy cannot function without it. It was pretty much uneventful shopping day, until I walked home (I almost always walk everywhere, it helps to keep my blood pumping apparently).
One guy stopped me on the street and he begged for money. This beggar don’t look dirty and he spoke quite eloquently, but he claimed that he was homeless. I don’t know, and usually, I don’t pay attention to such thing. AND, usually I just pretend that I don’t understand human language — being alien and all. Most of the time they will leave me alone. But that day was different, I remembered I have some coins that I don’t need anyway, so I thought… ah, why not?
I was rummaging my purse when another man greeted me from behind. This man asked if I was okay, and if the other guy was begging me for money. To be honest, I don’t see what’s wrong with it, but the beggar started to be very confrontational, and started lying. That’s when I started to feel very much uncomfortable.
The beggar claimed that he knew me, and he told the other guy rudely to bugger off. The other guy wouldn’t budge, instead he told the beggar that his partner — who happened to be a Chinese, had the same experience encountering a beggar in the same area. So, ignoring the beggar, this kind gentleman asked me once more if I was okay, and if the beggar was making me uncomfortable.
While the beggar got more and more agitated, I worried that he would start doing something stupid and getting violent and hurting me or the kind gentleman who’s trying to help me, OR us both. So I just followed the lie the beggar told the hero, hoping that the situation would calm down.
BUT, now I feel horrible. I feel horrible because I was lying to someone who’s just trying to help me. I feel horrible because I didn’t help him to catch the guy who might have begged his partner not so long time ago. I feel horrible because I was an unwilling accomplice in this situation, and I don’t like it very much.
At the same time, however, I feel grateful, and thankful. That man, who is now a hero to me has restored some, of so little faith that was lost since Brexit. The fact that someone would interfere to help a distressed alien like me has encouraged me, and made me feel safer — something that I haven’t felt for a very long time. So I would like to buy him a cuppa, or a pint if I see him again.