International point of discussion.

This afternoon in Seoul, south Korea, i met my daughter for lunch. Her boss had asked to take us to lunch to meet me and thank me for letting Sara come to South Korea and work. Sometimes it is better not to say something when silence works just as well. My daughter understood.
After lunch we left her office and proceeded to the underground for a day of travel and bon vivant. She wanted to find a piece of cloth at the cloth building. I wanted a silver ring, or two, set with cabochon jade.
Our passage to the subway entrance seemed impeded by a roll of cloth or rug or something in the middle of the sidewalk. Curious, but not difficult, to understand when one sees how material and such is transported in this town. It probably fell off a bike, motorbike, car.
As we passed this roll, it, magically, transformed into a man laying on his stomach upon a wooden pallet without wheels just skids. He was pushing another wooden pallet, same description,  loaded with his worldly goods in front of him. He wore his heavy coat and had his leg stumps wrapped in, what may have been, tarp plastic and tied to resemble the aforementioned rug. The man was covered in hat and scarf such that one could not see skin. He moved his possession pallet forward then would drag himself up to it and then push his pallet forward again. This locomotion method made him resemble an inch worm of sorts.
I collected all this information without so much as looking twice at this figure. No one else passing him seemed to care either. My daughter and I never hesitated a moment on our quest for cloth and jade.
Our journey ended in dismal failure when nothing could be had for cloth or jade or anything. We did, however, have a pleasant ride with 500 hundred other people packed into the railcar we rode to our destination. We, hardly, had to walk through the corridors for the river of people would have carried us forward we were packed so tight.Truly, in a city of 13 million, go to the subway during rush hour to understand the number 13 million.
We ended our journey of disappointments at the jewelry store. From here Sara remembered a pretty walk that i should see. So we set out to walk down the street towards the "castle". As we approached the end of the castle wall that bordered the street i noticed a tripodal artifact in the middle of the street. Again the eye was decieved. Yes, another man this time struggling to right himself from a fall had two feet and one hand on the ground and was making a valiant effort to stand. I looked away. Then when i looked back he was upright and glaring at some lady who tried to help him. She was backing away at a frightful pace. His cell phone was still on the ground. Battery trying to escape its enclosure. I watched this gentleman stand none too convincingly. It appears a butterfly flapping its wings in Mexico could knock him down, his balance was so bad.
Well, i guess, the butterfly flapped once to many. The gentleman of this discussion rocked a little then sat down without add of hand, just bottom to pavement. His momentum sent the rest of his body backwards down to the pavement with his head trailing on his neck such that the whiplash alone could hurt him. That, of course, is not the worst because the back of his head whipped the pavement with a resounding clunk. Much like a coconut hitting the ground thrown from 6 feet up, only it hit once and stopped.
Sara and I, both, watched this in horror, each thinking our own thoughts and passed by less that ten feet from this drunk, head bashed man laying in the middle of the street n Seoul, South Korea.
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