“My name is David, like the statue of David,” he says. I used to work on the farms nearby, but the work dried up. I didn’t like farming anyway.

Now I live by the river, I fish, eat, sleep, swim, and wash my clothes here. I have all I need, a fishing rod and the clothes I’m wearing. I am happy here, in summer I sleep anywhere, and in winter I sleep under the bridge. It’s freezing here in winter, but the cigarettes I get from tourists keep me warm.

People here don’t understand me, they think I’m up to no good. They’ve beaten me many times. One night four young boys attacked me, they shouted, “take your things and leave, if we see you here again we will kill you and throw you in the river.” The scar on my nose is from that night. I’m terrified that they will return …