「我們是被社會遺棄的一群人」
有時候賺到了一點小錢， 我會去便利商店買一碗熱呼呼的泡麵；面對無數次的失業時，只能拼命的想辦法去找到下個能餬口飯吃的機會。看著路上的人們似乎都有著歸宿，再回過頭來看看自己，這輩子只能這樣流浪了吧。
Sometimes when I make a little money, I will go to the convenience store to buy a bowl of hot instant noodles; when faced with countless times of unemployment, I can only desperately find a way to find the next opportunity to make a living. Looking at the people on the road, it seems that they all have their own destinations, and looking back at myself, I can only wander like this in this life.
1/18，離今年的農曆新年剩下幾天，
我們行走在熙來攘往的艋舺街頭，尋找讓漂流故事更多元的可能。
以冬季來說那天的陽光耀眼的有點過頭，進到超商打算買瓶冰水解渴，正排隊結帳時聽到前面的顧客差了二十塊不夠付，看著這位大叔慌張的模樣，我拿出零錢幫他結了帳。透過這樣的契機，我們和大叔有了更近一步的交流，得知原來他是這邊的街友。
On 1/18, there are a few days left before the Lunar New Year this year, we are walking on the bustling streets of Mengka, looking for possibilities to make the drifting story more diverse.
In winter, the sun was too dazzling that day. I entered the supermarket and planned to buy a bottle of ice water to quench my thirst. When I was queuing up to check out, I heard that the customer in front of me was twenty yuan short of paying. Seeing the panicked appearance of this uncle, he took out the change and settled the bill for him. Through this opportunity, we had a closer communication with the uncle and learned that he is a street person here.
「 謝謝你們願意幫助我，這裡的住戶總是把我們當成亂源，拒我們於千里之外。」
大叔和藹地笑著說道，這裡每每發生動亂，街友們都會被扣上現行犯的帽子，即使一切都是一般住戶所做的。聽到大叔說通常白天他們都要上班後我很訝異，我以為街友都是無業遊民，才知道他們也是有在工作賺錢的，只不過大多是做臨時工或舉牌員的工作。也是，倘若沒有工作、社會上給予的幫助也不足，該怎麼支撐到現在呢？而每個遊民都有屬於他們的故事，大叔以前是一名建築工人，但自從染上肺病後呼吸容易遇到困難，無法再繼續搬運重物的工作，國中就輟學工作的他也知道成為白領上班族的機會微乎其微。
身邊的家人早在幾十年前就相繼離世，加上身上的存款無法負擔每月的房租費，只好開始了露宿街頭的生活。有社工來問過要不要去住收容所，依稀記得第一次被詢問是在寒流來襲的時期，猶豫很久還是答應了，當時的室友是個會尿失禁的阿伯，尿騷味跟其他異味一起充斥整間房。收容所為了維持秩序也制定了很多規範。「 光是門禁、禁止菸酒對我來說就如同被關在監獄裡的犯人一樣。」大叔高亢的嗓音表達了對自由的渴望，最終還是選擇了回到街邊住下。對於這些遊民來說，在這個社會經歷了各種動盪和漂流，受盡了屈辱和欺負。路上經過的行人用冷嘲熱諷的口氣對大叔評頭論足，也曾遇過好幾次小混混喝了酒來打擾他們睡覺，甚至會把他們叫起來用不入耳的言語或動手動腳欺負他們。
"Thank you for your willingness to help me. The residents here always regard us as a source of chaos and reject us thousands of miles away."
The uncle smiled kindly and said that whenever there is turmoil here, the street friends will be labeled as active criminals, even if everything is done by ordinary residents. I was surprised when I heard the uncle say that they usually have to go to work during the day. I thought the homeless people were all unemployed, so I realized that they are also working to make money, but most of them are temporary workers or sign bearers. Also, if there is no job and the help from society is minimal, how can I support it until now? And every homeless person has their own story. The uncle used to be a construction worker, but since he contracted lung disease, he has difficulty breathing and can no longer continue to carry heavy objects. He also knows that he has become a white-collar worker since he dropped out of junior high school. The chances for office workers are slim to none.
The family members around me passed away decades ago, and the savings on my body could not afford the monthly rent, so I had no choice but to start a life of sleeping on the streets.
A social worker came to ask if he wanted to live in a shelter. He vaguely remembered that the first time he was asked was when the cold snap hit. After hesitating for a long time, he agreed. The roommate at that time was an uncle with urinary incontinence, and the smell of urine and other peculiar smells filled the room. The shelter has also formulated many regulations in order to maintain order. "The access control and the prohibition of smoking and drinking are like prisoners in prison to me." The uncle's high-pitched voice expressed his desire for freedom, and finally chose to return to the street to live. For these vagrants, they have experienced all kinds of turbulence and drift in this society, and suffered humiliation and bullying. Pedestrians passing by on the road commented on the uncle in a sarcastic tone, and met several times when young gangsters drank alcohol to disturb their sleep, and even called them up to bully them with offensive words or hands and feet.
「 我很想念我逝去的家人，也很希望自己趕快賺夠錢，有能力每天溫飽自己、給自己一個家，寒冬的夜裡不用依靠一層又一層的紙箱來取暖，但這個社會總是對遊民充滿惡意，應徵上的工作總是會因為各種偏見常常做兩三天就被辭退了。」
"I miss my family members who have passed away, and I really hope that I can earn enough money to be able to feed myself every day and give myself a home. I don't have to rely on layers of cardboard boxes to keep warm in the cold winter nights, but this society is always full of homeless people. Maliciousness, the job I applied for is always due to various prejudices, and I am often dismissed after two or three days.”
我們買了一些可以讓大叔解決這兩天溫飽的食物後與他告別。在我的印象裡，先入為主的認為遊民們會像媒體和刻板印象一樣危險跟好吃懶做，而經過和大叔的對談我才發現他們也很認真的想活下去，努力的溫飽自己。
We bid farewell to uncle after buying some food that would allow him to get enough food and clothing for the past two days. In my impression, I preconceived that homeless people are as dangerous and lazy as the media and stereotypes, but after talking with the uncle, I found that they also really want to live and work hard to feed themselves.
