Project. 4 Days and 4 Nights as a Homeless. Catalin Ciuculescu. Part 3

Original in Romanian, here – http://www.catalinciuculescu.ro/4-zile-si-4-nopti-pe-strada/

Catalin Ciuculescu

source – http://www.catalinciuculescu.ro

3.
We left the train station… We met other two homeless people on the street… We asked them where they were sleeping… ”What do you care?” one asked me bluntly… I explained them I’m not from town and I am looking for a shelter… They gave me all info I needed… I left them each a New Testament… „I received them myself, and now I gave them away, since they gave me a couple,” I told them… They took them, I left and I saw them from far away how they put them safely in their chest-pocket…
I passed by people I knew… They didn’t recognize me, since they didn’t really look at me… When I left my home, I left with a lowered head, sensing the people watching me… Now I have raised my head, and I watch them closely… But they lower their heads after seeing me, and they stare at the road… „They don’t care,” whispers my soul…
I met another boy on the street… I took a New Testament, and without a word, I put it in his hand… After departing a couple of meters, I turned enough to see him turning the pages, smiling… I hope he knew reading… And now it’s raining …
4.
I have slept on the benches in the park already 3 times… Yesterday the sun was shining, today it’s raining… I was chilled to the bone, I feel my back hurting, and more… I have no idea what time it is… I couldn’t sleep to much because it was cold, so I entered the orthodox cathedral… I uncovered my head and went to one of the stalls in the church… It seems I sit on a „bought” seat… Above my head it’s carved in the wood of the stall: „Dr. Octavian Neagoe”…
I see people kissing objects, some are passing me by, wanting to get to the place they can confess their sins… I thanked God in my heart for the Scripture and for He unveiled himself to me… It’s a favor… I confessed to whom I am supposed to, to God… It’s well…
To my left, there is a man who’s singing with the priest… He knows the songs… I listened to him several times… In one of the breaks I told them „You sing nicely”… He lowered his head, sign of him hearing what I’ve said… It was a nice mass, the mass where I heard them preaching Jesus and repentance… I said „Amen” to whatever I consented… The security guys were eying me… Each time our eyes crossed, I lowered my head…
I stayed about 4 hours in church… After the mass, the man to my left looked at me and told me he wanted once to become a priest, but, because of the persecutions during the communist regime, he gave it up… He shook hands with me and left… Another one, passing me by, smiled to me, while he lowered his head… I smiled back and lowered my head as well… He turned on his exit, shook my hand and asked me how I was… „I came for the mass,” I told him… I was amazed by his gesture… Then I talked to the one who had been staying at my right… We talked about nails, axes and shovels… I enjoyed them …
5.
I went to a shelter for the homeless… They didn’t let me stay overnight because my name was not on their list… I needed an ID too, but since I left without any papers, I had no chance to be let in… I said good-bye and left …
I passed the Christian bookstore “Kerigma”… I turned back and said in my mind, „Let’s test them”… Inside, there were two ladies and a little child… I asked them if it was still open… „No. We closed at 5p.m.”… It was about 7 p.m. … “Was there anything you wanted?” asked me the clerk. I told them „No, I just wanted to warm a little up”… „Come on, then, warm up,” was her answer… I was staying there, looking at that little one playing around me… After 2-3 minutes, I told the lady that it was a test… „How come?” she asked… I told her the whole story… She recognized me only after hearing me out… We met before a couple of times… She asked me to stay some more, and so I did… I left that place „warmed up” and with a half a portion of chicken salad. … It was nice
I mat a homeless „little old man” somewhat later… I stopped to say hello and talked about this and that… He was somewhat deaf, so I needed to „turn up” the volume… I asked him if he was hungry… „No, thanks, I’ve eaten”… He told me he was cold, he would stay only a little longer, and then he would leave… I put my hand on his left shoulder and ended our time with „God help us!”… So he replied to me…
I stopped at a marble girdle right downtown… I turned my head, and look, before me, two acquaintances of mine… They heard me talking with the old man; they recognized my voice and followed me… They gave me a warm tea, which made me very happy, and I told them some of the things I saw so long… They asked me if I was hungry… I was not… I still had a half of that loaf of bread… In the cathedral I’ve read Matthew 6, so God was fulfilling His promises… I’ve got some coins; we said good-bye and wished each other „a good sleep” …
In front of the railway station there was someone rocking and waving his hand to all the cars which stopped at the red lights… It was the boy who gave me the fried chicken pieces a day before… He was listening to music… While I hold my hand out to him, he took his headphones off… I asked him how he was… I told him he gave me food and he answered me „God knows all I’ve done”… I asked him if he was hungry, wanting to share my bread with him… He’d already eaten… I told him „thank you” and gave him a hug…
Those from the station’s security would let me in only if I had a ticket… I told them who I was and why I did what I did… They were intrigued but didn’t believe me, thinking that those on the street are inventing all kind of stories… I went to the ticket shop and took a ticket to “Baile Calacea”… Now I am sitting next to a man who urinated on him… He smells heavily… Someone from security pushes him to exit… „These are the rules” …
About 5 a.m. I met the girls who offered me the tea one day before… They came in the waiting room and we talked, causing some of the present ones to be amazed… One like me, to talk to some like them… We said good-bye, then I went out to stretch my legs… When I came back, I saw them coming out of the waiting room, where I’ve left my bag… They had left some sandwiches for me there… I am not a big fan of pepper in sandwiches, so God put pepper in all those sandwiches… He wanted to teach me… I said nothing and ate some of them with great joy and gratefulness. The other ones I offered to others, with a New Testament… They wished my health… I stopped on a bench now… I think I will take a nap…

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