He's Caucasian. I haven't seen one single black, yellow or red skinned junkie (Don't forget, it's the Cologne subway we are talking about, not New York, not London, not Paris). It's not necessary a He, but more of them are, so, to keep things simple I'll refer the Junkie as a male gendered human. Again..it has nothing to do with race or sex. His hair is longer than a regular's, usually in shades of light brown, untidy and greasy. He is out of fashion, out of season. You can see him wearing a jacket in the summer or a t-shirt in the winter. So he's grown strong, immune to flu and cold, fearless.He is out of the time boundaries, out of schedules.
He is never in a hurry, he has no trains to catch and therefore no trains to lose, he has no meetings to attend and no appointments in his agenda (does he even have an agenda?... I doubt). The only time he is in a hurry is when he needs to get as soon as possible out of the subway to smoke the cigarette, the one he rolled with shivering junkie hands between 2 stations. His hands might have been shivering, but his joint is a masterpiece. He put all his precision and concentration that his blurred mind and shivering body could pull together at the same time.
He needs no watches, no iPods, no notebooks, no fancy cell phones with fancy ring tones, no modern gadgets at all. He would trade any time one of the things above for a bottle of vodka, that's how much he cares about t.h.i.n.g.s. If you see him in the morning, he will definitely carry a half empty (half full) bottle of beer.
If you see him in the evening when you come back from your boring insignificant job, you will see him already too wasted to carry that bottle. He has already spent all his allowance on booze. He doesn't give a damn about fortunes (that he learnt by now he will never get), about yesterday, tomorrow, healthy nutrition, fitness studios, sun studios, spas, what Lindsay Lohan did (stripped) at the last party in Vegas, who will lead the country next year, what secret conspiracies will brain-wash us all and take over the world.
But he's caring and has a tender heart, I can tell that by the dog he sometimes carries around. I could write an entire post about his dog, but that would make me look weird at least. His metis dog is educated, smart, cuddly, loyal, his eyes have a certain warmth. This particular pet is not only smarter than the spoiled, breed dogs but he's wiser than the curvaceous monkey and the rap-gangsta' wannabe all together. (You don't know yet who this characters are, but eventually you'll find out). So this dog is among breed dogs what his owner is among us...a pariah of society covered in filthy, discoloured, stinky clothes, but holding the secret of freedom and the subway wisdom. He has that immense sadness in his looks, that will get through you and haunt you...whether you like dogs or not. He follows his junkie master around (but never pulled by a leash, for he's as free as his owner), sees him getting drunk, wasted, behaving foolish at times. But he forgives him cause he's the same master that shares his poor meal even if that would make him half-starving for a while. He genlty closes his big eyes as the man caresses him with his big, loving, safety-providing, tobacco-smelling hand. How can this man that apparently doesn't have control over his own safety provide safety to another being...I don't know his secret but the eyes of his dog tell me he does a pretty good job. I don't think a junkie will ever abandon his dog. He didn't get this pet for his own amusement (like some of normal people do), but he got it for company, warmth, innoncence, loyalty and trust he couldn't find in people.
Enough for the "junkie dog" now. The junkie owner is a survivor. I don't know what money he lives from and is irrelevant. But I guess (hope) he lives from social support and taxes we pay every month. I honestly think that would be a good investment. I'd like to know that I can somehow contribute to his struggle, his surviving, his freedom. Cause he is the one as free and as close to God as a person can be. If someone will end up in heaven, that's him...and his dog of course. You may say: "well..if you want to contribute, give him some money out of your pocket" but here you're wrong. This metro junkie I am talking about is not a bagger, he has pride and dignity. No, he won't accept money for charity just like that; he will manage somehow to have in his pocket, in the morning, exactly as much as he needs to go through the day.
I also can tell for sure there are no metro junkies reading this post. Do you imagine that wasted junkie coming home after struggling existence all day to stay behind a screen and show off that he has an entire post written about him?
This is the junkie, the most real, true and faithful to the metro character of this series. You will go on avoiding his look, avoiding his stink, going as far away as the metro wagon allows you, thinking you are so much better than him, or being so damn tired from your day at work, so busy thinking about the update tomorrow that you won't even notice him, like he's just another metro piece of furniture...
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