I did not like begging, the demeaning reality of knocking at doors or sitting on the street asking strangers for help. Yet that is what I did when I left Ma’s house. I ran as far and as fast as I could, knowing Ma would be upset and the sergeant would mobilise all his constables to search for me. I spent a day or a week begging for food, rapping at doors, and accepting the insults or the scraps of waste with equal gratitude and humiliation.
I did not like begging, the demeaning reality of knocking at doors or sitting on the street asking strangers for help. Yet that is what I did when I left Ma’s house. I ran as far and as fast as I could, knowing Ma would be upset and the sergeant would mobilise all his constables to search for me. I spent a day or a week begging for food, rapping at doo
