These rose men insists upon giving you roses. Then they follow you, and ask for "a small change." You might refuse at first, but they will beg you a second chance, again and again... they try to woo you with sweet words, "sweetheart honey pie darling." Funny, you might think, but they give you all the few phrases they know.
The persistence of these rose men are admirable, and simply annoying. Pest like, for some. They swarm and graze on every tourist laden space. To avoid them, you should not look at them in the first place. Never take interest. Never take pity.
Virtually all of these men are Bangladeshi immigrants. Maybe for them, its like back home, they are untouchable. One that should not be seen.
They say that Europe is a very cultured place. And yet we pretend that they are not there, and turn away when they come near. If they had known a better life like ours, or even like the cats of the Torres Argentina sanctuary... how would they feel?
Probably they know. Probably they're sad. But they seem to have given up on being plain angry, because day after day, they come back.
Refuse them gently. Mock them if you like. They will remain... always... to be on the lookout for the next person who finally needed what they have to offer, while occasionally sporting a happy look.
Why? Because they are not hungry anymore.
Or maybe, they got a hold of your wallet already. =D
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