Tonight our Ironman is sleeping somewhere on the street, between somewhere and nowhere, hungry, cold, forgotten, rejected, a proud man, a man who works hard for his family every day, a man let down by his country chasing after money and earthly enrichment and forget about its people ..
Hospitals who can look into your eyes and send you away with your pain into the streets, without caring.
Because you’re a hobo..a malala pipe, a rataba, boemelaar and squatter …
The spouse, the father is not spotted. Like this your proud, your humanity is being is trampled by a society that can only look away and not face you.