He loved waking up in his modest hovel and enjoying his first cup of press coffee on his little outdoor balcony overlooking the alleyway below. Every morning, he could see people moving through the alleys to open their neighborhood stores and food carts or to head off to work somewhere in the city, and he felt there was a real dignity in their hard work despite their circumstances. He respected these people and was inspired by their fortitude every morning as he viewed them from above. His living quarters weren’t much: a little economy kitchenette and sitting room and then … Continue reading The Real Authentic