It was Sunday and he did not have to pay for the hotel room. At dawn the establishments were closed, and as the police did not let the needy sleep on the sidewalks of the streets, in the hallways of the houses, or the buildings, he spent the night walking through the lonely streets of the city, shivering with cold, and very sleepy.
The next day, very early in the morning, he went to the usual cafeteria to have a red. Later, while waiting for a friend who could probably get him a job, he headed to the library to read a book.
Without realizing it, sitting in one of the chairs with his arms outstretched, he fell asleep.
After a while he woke up. He called the librarian and asked why he didn't bring the book he asked for.
- "I was sorry to wake you up, sir." He replied.