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Down
and Out in the Pink City*
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Happiness is the shortest
path to take in Life. But some encounter suffering on their path and it
sticks with them from then on. Pascal, the landscape gardener is one of
these, somewhere halfway between the pinky red bricks and the grey concrete,
someone whose lack of fortune has lead him off the main track into misery's
side roads. Few people can give lessons on how to deal with suffering. We all fallow the course that our live dictate. Pascal and his kind have sunk into disillusion, abandoned by a society that has taken everything from them. Even their souls are caught and trapped in the gelatine of photographs. This world seems to have nothing to give them except more problems. Shelter in winter and a meal for the less hardy and more conciliatory. We should give thanks for all the volunteers and altruists, whether famous or anonymous and open our eyes to how this society functions. Wealth is cultivated to the detriment of our environment and its builders and to the profit of the economic theorists and their glorious edifices. People have become used to the ever increasing number of homeless and dropouts on the streets and often look on them with contempt. Rather than opening our hearts, we close our wallets. We never take the time to think about what will become of them, even though we pass right next to them everyday. We're too busy thinking about our own future and how not to end up that way ourselves. Come to think of it, do the homeless wonder what the future may be? Some of them have completely lost control through drinking from a bottle that has never reached the shore. Others desperately try to keep hold of the only thing they have left : Hope. Each has his own story that begins with poverty, brutality, depression or drugs. When they are lucky enough to have had the choice, they have all been faced with having to count only on themselves. Only the younger ones in revolt against society can imagine a future that is different from daily destitution. These people have no more hope nor will of their own. They are lost souls. All they are left with is hunger pains and endless physical suffering! _________________________________ *So called because of the colour of Toulouse's brick buildings. © Alain Hodot |
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