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User: I had come to Vera Cruz from Mexico City to catch ship to Yucatan and found that, a dock strike having been declared the previous night, my ship could not put in. I was stuck in Vera Cruz. I took a room in The Hotel Diligencias overlooking the square and spent the morning looking at the sights of the town. I wandered down side streets and peeped into quaint courts. I visited the parish church which is very picturesque. There I found that I had seen all that was to be seen and I sat down in the coolness of the arcade that surrounded the square and ordered a drink. The sun beat down on the square and dusty coco palms mercilessly. Great black buzzards perched on them for a moment, flew down on the ground to gather some bit of offal, and then flew up to the church tower. I watched the people crossing the square: Negroes, Italians, Spanish; they varied in colour from ebony to ivory. As the morning wore on the tables around me filled up, chiefly with men, who had come to have a drink before luncheon. I had already bought the local paper but the news-boys tried to sell me more copies of the same paper. I refused, oh, twenty times at least, the boys who wanted to shine my spotless shoes, and having come to the end of my small change I could only shake my head at the beggars who gave me no peace. Little Indian women, each one with a baby tied in the shawl  on her back held out skinny hands to me, blind men were led up  to my table by small boys, crippled exhibited their deformities; and half naked, hungry children endlessly demanded coppers.  
     But suddenly my attention was attracted by a beggar who, unlike the rest of them and unlike the black-haired people sitting round me, had hair and beard of a red so vivid that it was startling. His beard was ragged and his long hair looked as though it had not been brushed for months. He wore only a pair of trousers and a cotton singlet, but they were rags, dirty and foul, that barely held together. I have never seen anyone so thin: his legs, his naked arms, were skin and bone   and through the holes of his singlet you saw every rib of his body; you could count his bones of his dust-covered feet. He was not old, he couldn’t have been more than forty, and I wondered what had brought him to this state. It was absurd to think that he wouldn’t have worked if he had been able to get work. He was the only one of the beggars who did not speak. He said nothing. He didn’t even hold out his hand, he only looked at you, but with such wretchedness and despair in his eyes, it was dreadful; he stood on and on silently looking at you, and then, if you took no notice of him, he moved slowly to the next table. If he was given nothing he showed neither disappointment nor anger. If someone offered him a coin he stepped forward a little, held out his hand, took it without a word of thanks and went his way. I had nothing to give him, and when he came to me, I shook my head and used the polite formula with which the Spaniards refuse a beggar. 
     But he paid no attention to what I said. He stood in front of me, for as long as he stood at the other tables, looking at me with tragic eyes. There was something terrifying in his appearance. He did not look quite sane. At last he passed on. 
     It was one o’clock and I had lunch. When I awoke from my siesta it was still very hot, but towards evening a breath of air coming in through the window tempted me into the square. I sat down under my arcade and ordered a drink. Presently people began to fill up the tables in the restaurant and the band began to play. And again bootblacks begged me to let them clean my shoes, news-boys pressed papers upon me, beggars demanded alms. I saw once more that strange, red-bearded fellow and watched him stand before one table after another. He didn’t stop before me. I suppose he remembered me from the morning and having got nothing from me then thought it useless to try again.
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I traveled from Mexico City to Vera Cruz with the intention of boarding a ship to Yucatan, only to find that a dock strike had rendered my plans impossible. Stuck in Vera Cruz, I checked into The Hotel Diligencias, which offered a view of the bustling square. I spent my morning exploring the town, wandering through charming side streets and visiting the picturesque parish church. After taking in the sights, I settled down in the shade of the arcade surrounding the square and ordered a drink, trying to escape the oppressive heat.

As I relaxed, I observed the lively scene around me. The sun blazed down on the square, where dusty coco palms stood tall. Black buzzards perched above, occasionally swooping down to scavenge. The square was filled with a diverse crowd—people of various backgrounds and skin tones, from ebony to ivory. As the morning progressed, more men gathered around me for drinks before lunch. I had already purchased a local newspaper, but persistent newsboys continued to pester me for sales. I turned down numerous offers from boys wanting to shine my shoes and shook my head at the beggars who approached me for change. 

Among the beggars, one stood out—a man with striking red hair and a beard, contrasting sharply with the others. His hair was unkempt, and his clothes were little more than rags. He was painfully thin, with his bones visible beneath his skin
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