The Screaming Father. (For fans of my sleeping outside + police stories)

in travel •  last year 


I find cardboard

and as the bell signals midnight I wish myself a happy birthday to the last sip of energy drink.

I'm heading towards my temporary home, place the cardboard under and above me, roll a last doobie and fall asleep.

It's not the first night I spend here and besides the occasional bug in the nose everything is cozy next to the wall and the bushes.

The 11th commandmend:

"Don't let them catch you" is of utmost importance when entering other peoples property.

Good morning

I can hear the sound of humans approaching my crib. Something touches the cardboard and lifts it up.

The Scream

It's only one person who screams "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" for around 1 second. I look around and now can see him 7 meters away next to his car and his 2 children. I say "Sorry", pack my shit together, grab the cardboard and jump over the wall. Everything happens within 30 seconds. I can hear the word police coming from his mouth.

Let's get out of here

I place the cardboard next to the rubbish bins and walk towards the center. On the other side of the street stands a policeman looking in the other direction. I realize that it is better to put my hat and jacket into the bag and keep walking.
As I make a turn another cop appears. Also watching, also facing away from me. I tell myself to keep walking as I blend more and more into the crowd of people who are heading to the Tram stop.


One man who is waiting there likes my entertainment and I enter the bar next door with enough money to buy a small beer.

A short story and a good one. The scream could have been traumatic but I heard him coming and had the time to prepare myself. The fun far outweights the negative aspects, especially because I was very lucky.

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