People To Meet 1

Be it a tuesday or a thrusday between 00:30 or 00:50 there he is with around 10 bags a hat and a thick heavy coat. Im too much in a hurry to even ask who he is or where he goes. The furthest I have gone is to give him a sandwich. Probably one more person that lives in the street and sleeps in the parisian metro to get himself warm. But the mystery of what he carries in his multiple old looking breaking bags captures me. Wouldnt it be easier to carry all his affairs in a bigger luggage or a shopping cart like most of the other homelss do?- Of course I always arrive wondering if I will actually see him moving. How does he do it to carry so many bags two hands clearly arent enough. However no matter when I arrive he is always in the same place at the bottom of the stairs surrounded by the sea of bags. Im rest in schock at the fact of always seeing him at the same place doeing the same exact thing at the same hour. He has becomed part of my routine.Ive passed at mutliple other times during the week and he wasnt there. Will he be there next week? I guess so. Will I know who he is one day?