The story of a homeless man whom I met in Toulouse

I was a traveler in Toulouse. I went there by bus for approximately 10 hours and met my french friend called Thérèse whom I met in Hitotsubashi university. At night, after we separated, I came across a homeless guy under the building near the bus station. He was there with two friends who also didn't own their houses. I talked with them in my poor french. They welcomed me as if we'd been friends. Of course, they didn't take a bath and have a house so they were a little bit smelly and dirty. I talked with only one guy all night. Two other men were very sickening or a person of few words. We listened to the music in French and Japanese and enjoyed the sound and tempo. He looked like he was having so much

fun. We also talked about ourselves like who I am and who he is. I shared chocolate and cigarettes with him. He gave me the cupboard for preventing my butt wet and the picture of Toulouse which he picked up. I told him " Il y a beaucoup de gens non travaillent. Je suis triste". He didn't get everything I tried to give. When some crazy guys talked to me, he stood up to them and saved me. It was a very cold and long night. I was just a traveler  and he was just a homeless. We didn't have nothing special but we shared and exchanged something very meaningful and magnificent. Next morning, we drank coffee with smoking and said goodbye. 

To tell the truth, he asked me to give him 6€ at the last moment and I gave him it. I felt like we were sharing time with only conscience but this was real. They are facing the reality of life every day and I could understand a little piece of it.