A few days ago, I noticed a man sitting by the entrance of the café. He wasn’t begging insistently, didn’t hold out his hand — he just sat there quietly, leaning on a crutch, staring at the ground. People walked past him as if he didn’t exist. My heart sank: it was obvious he hadn’t eaten in a long time.

I wanted to run to the store quickly to buy him something to eat, but the manager stopped me immediately:

“During work hours you can’t leave your post. If I see it again — you’re fired.”