It all happens relatively quickly. You think you are in a normal car with normal people. And then when the doors shut and the metro starts to move ahead. An unshaven, odorous bum says, "Permiso, señores y señoras. Necesito preguntarles por algo. Estoy un hombre sin techo y tengo dos hijos y no tengo pensión. Por favor, ayudame." The bum or hombre sin techo proceeds to shuffle up and down the car of the metro moaning or pleading for money. It doesn't seem to be too lucrative as nearly every person, myself included, simply turns there back when he passes by.
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