irismarie
Very helpful member
- Joined
- Nov 21, 2009
- Messages
- 1,386
- Reason
- PALS
- Diagnosis
- 05/2010
- Country
- FR
- State
- tarn et garonne
- City
- valeilles
I met by chance a man in the village. I had never seen him before but said I was looking for help in the garden, did he know anyone? He said he would come.
Anyway, he is built like a mountain, has shaved head and tattoos and moves very very very slowly. I swear he take 180 steps to turn full circle. Anyway, I follow him around, saying, you've missed a blade of grass there and don't pull that up etc.
Afterwards he sat and we talked. Turns out he has done 18 months for grievous bodily harm, has a friend in the same business of debt collecting for drug dealers only the friend cuts off people's fingers with secateurs when they cannot pay what they owe while he himself just breaks a bone or three.
Now he has taken a fancy to me and S and he keeps turning up for a chat and a glass of water (it's true) and I feel he is fascinated by a so different milieu. He says he used to like drawing so S has taken him to his workshop and shown him where he does his painting and I try to get him to try singing cos he has a beautiful bass voice. We keep him talking and I try to convert him a bit but he really really cannot feel pity for anyone. Or so he says.
Of course he was brought up like that, father drunk 24/24. He is 31 and has already fathered four children. What hope for thnem to be any different?
Needless to say, he has the French equivalent of Rottweiler and a pitbull
He has told us all about the corrupt police force, how many many drug addicts and criminals there are around. It is a scary eye opener.
I am keeping him onside, of course, but it is so sad to see people who have had no real choice in what they become and to know how many more there are out there ready to harm.
And this is in a village of 200 inhabitants where the most that happens is that the man who is supposed to keep the village clean and pretty is always drunk....
Anyway, he is built like a mountain, has shaved head and tattoos and moves very very very slowly. I swear he take 180 steps to turn full circle. Anyway, I follow him around, saying, you've missed a blade of grass there and don't pull that up etc.
Afterwards he sat and we talked. Turns out he has done 18 months for grievous bodily harm, has a friend in the same business of debt collecting for drug dealers only the friend cuts off people's fingers with secateurs when they cannot pay what they owe while he himself just breaks a bone or three.
Now he has taken a fancy to me and S and he keeps turning up for a chat and a glass of water (it's true) and I feel he is fascinated by a so different milieu. He says he used to like drawing so S has taken him to his workshop and shown him where he does his painting and I try to get him to try singing cos he has a beautiful bass voice. We keep him talking and I try to convert him a bit but he really really cannot feel pity for anyone. Or so he says.
Of course he was brought up like that, father drunk 24/24. He is 31 and has already fathered four children. What hope for thnem to be any different?
Needless to say, he has the French equivalent of Rottweiler and a pitbull
He has told us all about the corrupt police force, how many many drug addicts and criminals there are around. It is a scary eye opener.
I am keeping him onside, of course, but it is so sad to see people who have had no real choice in what they become and to know how many more there are out there ready to harm.
And this is in a village of 200 inhabitants where the most that happens is that the man who is supposed to keep the village clean and pretty is always drunk....
