David Rickerby has spent the last seven months sleeping on a park bench in Denmark. For money he collects cans and bottles from the street.
They say it was the coldest winter in 19 years.
Saturday April 22, 2006
“I’m doing this because it’s the best option for me right now, there’s nothing else, there’s no other choice, the only other choice, what’s that? Going back to England?” David makes a disgusted expression, “Not in this lifetime.”
I’ve joined him on his rounds, an eight kilometre meander around the centre of Aarhus, the second largest city in Denmark.
He is English, forty years old, somewhat short-tempered and weary but not as unkempt in appearance as you might imagine yourself becoming in such circumstances. Continue reading Five Minutes Before the Miracle