Many years ago, after my wife and l divorce, l ended up on the streets. We agreed to sell the house and i would get half the money. But she did the dirt on me, and took new lover, who moved in, then claimed i attacked her, and got a baring order against me. I had 2 hundred pounds, nothing in 1975. I lived in B&Bs, until my money ran out ending up on the streets of London. Over the next 2 miserable years, I indure terrible hardship, attacked and rob. A couple of times, i was beaten unconscious, and ended up in hospital. l had no one to turn to. Because, I was taken out of orphanage, at 4, and had no living relatives. Then I morning in an underground toilet in London, I approached a man and asked would he be so kind, and give me the price of a pot of tea and a sandwich. What I didn't know, was, God had sent an angle, that changed my life. A lovely Irishman, in his 60ths, brought me to a restaurant, and bought me my first English breakfast in 2 years. He took me home to meet his wife, and from there, they help me to get the help I so badly needed.

Wow, and look at England now. Looks more like Nigeria than the UK. 😢

This has been traumatic to listen to. My uncle Jimmy was on the Baltic route in WW2 and then dismissed and transferred to the army as his eyesight had deteriorated and the Navy had strict rules on eyesight. After the war he ended up in London and slept in hostels in Commercial Rd, London and then returned home to Birmingham and slept in the Routon House. Eventually he got a job as a porter at the QE hospital and a council flat. I never knew how miserable his life was as it was never spoken about even though he went on holiday with us. I was too young to even question anything. Later my cousin and I helped him in his final years as his health deteriorated and finally I organized his funeral. Going through his flat afterwards I found his medals and service papers which I still have. It turns my stomach that he, and many others, after the war, had no help to rehabilitate. My own father's health was wrecked during his time in the Royal Marines. It's made me look at our country differently ever since.

There, but for the Grace of God go all of us. I thoroughly enjoyed hearing this.

Great story. I've never heard of it before. Reminds me of Jack London. Thanks.

How fortunate my family is. Thanks to the Universe. My respect, and fraternal love ,to all the ones in not a human condition . 🙏💕💕💕💕

This was wonderful. Thank you for sharing.

Down and out in London and Paris. Another good Orwell is "The road to Wigan Pier "👍

I'm driving alot... this is my go to. Thank you

Excellent, third time I've listened to this.

This is so interesting.

Down and out in Paris and London used to be this books full title🤔

I enjoye it thanks

My sincere thanks for posting both books...

Where is part 1, please?

Glad to have found this story. Reminds me of present day USA as I have been homeless but presently have to live out a cargo trailer yet luxurious compared to the many homeless people I have gotten to know over the decades. People still look at the homeless in the same way as they live incredibly miserable lives.

Been a while 😮

International human condition of have's & have not's😫

I would like it without the intro music.

The one big, difference between now and then HOPE! Now there isn`t any, PERIOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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weird story