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Please don ‘ t take a photo. He said. ?Certainly I lost family, but they are still living, and I am afraid of being known by them that I am begging on the street. But I keep taking a photo without being noticed by him. Because I am NinjaShotter who can take a photo without his noticing..
The reason he is begging is that he lost his leg, and his job and his family. He cannot earn money by himself except begging on the street.
Before time, he was freelance truck driver. Running mile is his earning. more heavy loading is his bonus. To earn money, he drive without sleeping. To feed his lovely family, he load more heavy cargo even if he know it ‘ s illegal over loading..
One day, heavy snowing night, when he drive in mountain area, he suddenly found there are accident car stopped on the forword road. He hurryingly stump brake pedal mightly. But his heavy loading and over speeding truck nev er allow to his truck on the slippy snow road.
In addition to crash with accidented car, his truck was crashed by succeeded car. Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn ‘ t die. But he broken his leg complicatedly and in coma for a month. After long long hospital treatment, doctor told him casually that because of in-hospital infection, his leg must be cut. After he lost his leg, he decide to go out hospital because he was told that his victomiser who must pay his hospital pay became bankrupt. No body pay his hospital payment.
When he come back to his house, he knew his lovely wife had had affair with known man. And his lovely family don ‘ t seem to give him confortable place.
Nobody say nothing to him, but that silence sound like asking him to leave his own home.
He say to me, who can blame his family ? and I think I also cannot blame him.
His sign board say that he lost his leg at car accident, and so he lost his job and his family also. please give me money.
And he beg me that Please don’t take a photo. He said. “ Certainly I lost family, but they are still living, and I am afraid of being known by them that I am begging on the street.
But I took a photo. Why ? because I though I must tell this story to someone. Because this is true story, and this must be journalism. I ‘ m maybe wrong. I ‘ m maybe egoist. I’m maybe violate human right. but I maybe can know what is journalism. I am a mania of the truth, MasaManiA.