Two boys of about eight years old and a slightly younger girl ring the doorbell. They ask if I have a heather for a job. There is still some cardboard in front of the paper bin that they can take away. I collect 1.50 euros for the deal and say that it is my last money. They go on their way cheerfully, only the girl comes back for a moment and asks worriedly: “Have you no money left at all?”

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