"May I take your can big boy?"
"No Grand'ma, I haven't finished yet."
It's kinda disturbing to see in Hong Kong, old people digging trashes.
They are not beggars, they are scavengers. You can meet them, pushing their carriages on HK's roads (there's only a few streets in HK)
Many of them scavenge old cardboards to resell them at kilo's price (by pouring water onto the paper, in order to increase the weight)
In a large modern city like HK, it is strange to witness this "organized poverty". But like there is no retirement for seniors, they give themselves a dignity by seeking the financial value of the recyclable elements to sell on or use. Men as women, sometimes they are older than my grandparents. They are still part of the society, still useful.
I can understand the logic of the thing, but that puts badly at ease, when ME, at the age of 30, I grant them hardly a glance in the street.
One day, I saw rolling towards me an enormous carriage without anyone behind it.
"What the fuck is that?"
There was a very small, old, scrubby woman behind.
"So what shall I do, help her or not?"
But no, they don't like being helped. Even when they go down a 20 degree steep slope with their carriage, if they are helped they take that as of kind of pity due to their age.
"So, finish your beer now?"
"Yes grandma. Here."