The monkey who sees it all and smiles
<p>His face was even darker from a growing beard and scorched from sun rays hitting the piteous side walk he sat on caked in grime, blood and sticky remnants of old food melting in the Athens summer.</p>
<p>We had just left our hotel clean, showered and all loved up, ready for a day of walking the ancient streets of this both bedraggled and beautiful city.</p>
<p>Not ten metres from the hotel front door was this man and his patch of concrete, needle in hand trying to steady his shaking as the needle punctured the skin.</p>
<p>Flash to now. I’m drinking a 5 euro fresh orange juice as I type this.</p>
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