During this time, it has been difficult to get out. But I cannot stay inside. I have been working. I take my cart and walk through the neighbourhood to the trash bins. I collect cans, different bottles and things and I bring them home.
I have earned my food and my cigarettes. I cannot be dependent on my son. He has a loan to repay.
I don’t take the usual roads because I am afraid that I can be seen. I am afraid, not for my health, but because of the police. They have not detained me, thank God. But to tell the truth, I cannot afford to go to prison, physically or emotionally. I am 69 years old.
