Just in front of the supermarket is a somewhat unkempt man. He speaks to people and also to me. If I have some spare change. “Sorry,” I say, “just a bank card.” I never carry cash with me anymore. “Never mind,” he says. “I also have a QR code.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of June 23, 2023.