There is a beggar in his early thirties I often spot in the center of Zagreb. On the short side, he appears quite demented. Since I first noticed him, he is ever more stooped and his hair is ever more disheveled. His clothing is ever shabbier, too. As he walks past the myriad tables in crowded cafés, he only mumbles something or other under his breath and keeps shuffling by without even waiting for an answer, let alone any sort of reward. I have never seen him get a single coin, either. He just passed by my table, and I almost gave him whatever I could find in my pockets, but he did not look at me at all. He dashed by. At least I was happy to see him still alive. Is this the reward he is looking after?