Le Monsieur d’Arles

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While walking in the streets of Arles, I met this old man.
He was sitting near the parking meter and was asking for some change to buy a loaf of bread.
We talked. I asked him where he slept, he pointed at the pavement with his hand.
When we said goodbye to each other, I had a knot in my throat and thought of all the weaknesses of our society who abandons its most vulnerable members.

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C’est en me promenant dans les rues d’Arles que j’ai rencontré ce vieux Monsieur.
Il s’était assis près de l’horodateur et demandait quelques pièces pour s’acheter un bout de pain.
On a discuté. Je lui ai demandé où il dormait, d’un geste de la main, il m’a montré le bitume.
Lorsqu’on s’est dit au revoir, j’avais la gorge serrée et pensais aux faiblesses de notre société qui abandonne les plus vulnérables.

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