Our latest beggar is talented in more ways than one. Located in Central on Queen’s Road near exit D1 or D2, you can usually hear him from a block away since he plays traditional Chinese tunes on an old wooden flute.
As if that wasn’t difficult enough, he tends to be squatting the whole time, so I have no idea how his blood flows back up to his brain at all. Or maybe it doesn’t flow all that well, since one of his eyes is significantly bigger than the other and bulges out to the side.
I’ve never stopped for long enough to listen to an entire song of his, as I’m usually shuffling by with the lunch-hour or after-work stampede of office workers, but I’m thinking of giving him a little more attention the next time I’m nearby.