Finally, the elderly man, with gray hair by his temples, took a sip of tea and sighed with a smile.
"In truth, this is already much better than my previous situation, and it's much better than many of the people here. For instance…"
He pointed out the window to the tramps huddled in a corner.
Klein and Mike looked over and saw a group of cowering tramps lying on the ground in a filthy place that provided shelter from the wind. They were of all sexes and ages.
It was possible for them to never wake up again in the coldness of late autumn.
It was then that Klein noticed an old woman in her sixties standing by the street. Her dress was old and worn, but she was relatively neat, and her hair was neatly trimmed.
The white-haired old lady had the usual tired look of a tramp, but she still persisted in not squeezing together with the group. Instead, she slowly walked by the roadside, occasionally gazing into the coffee shop numbly.