A story of homelessness and friendship

It’s in February. Only around 0° every single day, and I’m on the street. Homeless, poor, nasty and very dirty.

It all started in about a year and a half ago. I came home from my job, as I just lost in the morning. I tried to find a new job, but everything that I could be with my competences, was taken.

After a month, I had no money left. The letter told me that I need to pay the debts I owed him. I told him that I lost my job about a month ago, but he said that if I couldn’t pay him now, I would kick me out. And then he did it. I took all my stuff that I didn’t needed, and sold it to other people. I got some money from the stuff, so I could survive some days.

At night, I slept under a bridge. Under the bridge slept around 15 other homeless people also. And one of them, he looked exactly like one of my friends in college. “Andrey Smith?” I said. And the man turned and yelled “Carl-Emil!”. And then I knew it was him! I gave him a huge hug, and asked “how do you end up here? You were the best in our class”. “I know. After college, I studied chemistry, but I got kicked out of the studio” he replied. “Why?” I asked. But he never answered. Maybe because he didn’t want to hear me, or he doesn’t want to talk about it. Now, a year later, we are like brothers, me and Andrey. Every second time we went to a shelter, but they won’t take us in, because they meant that we was