Every day, three crickets came to the door of the hospitable house of Miguel Street on time to beg. Around ten o’clock, an Indian man in white and wrapped around his waist first came, and we poured a small pot of rice into a pocket on his back. At twelve o’clock, the old woman who was carrying a mud pipe came, and we gave her a penny. At two o’clock in the afternoon, a blind man leads a road to ask for his penny.
Sometimes we also give tramps. A man came here one day and said that he was hungry. We had a good meal for him. Then he asked for a cigarette until we ignited the cigarette for him. The man has never been there in the future.
At about four o’clock in the afternoon, one of the most strange tramps came. I have already returned home from school, just changed my clothes. I heard him calling me: “Little brother, can I enter your yard?”