A person with mobility problems and apparently poor gives a coin to a street violinist.
I heard him in the distance. He played the violin while humming the melody. He fixed his cold gaze into mine when he discovered that I was carrying a camera. He kept playing that music filled with sorrow and grief. After giving him a coin, I waited next to him, listening, observing. The city continued its rhythm, dozens of people went dully by him, until one stopped. While sitting in his chair marking the meter with his right hand, he could see how the fading face of the violinist was transforming. After digging in his purse, he took out 2 coins, dropped them into the violinist's bag and left, not without giving him a warm smile and wishing him a merry Christmas.
