Alexander Galushkevich

Alexander lived in an unofficial marriage with a woman for several years. When he quarreled with her and left, began to drink, lost his job, and ended up on the street.

For some time he lived in a small hut owned by the forest ranger and helped him. But he ended up at the railway station.
Once he got so drunk that he fell under the train.

Alexander recalls: “I thought I was sitting on a bench, and when I heard the horn of the train and realized that I sit on the train track. It cut off my arm and leg. The eye on that side of my body do not fuinction either.
I want that hospitals would not throw me out… ”

Couple days ago we took him to the Shelter. He lived at the subway entrance.
He can not move without assistance, because he is one-legged and one-armed/ He cant even take off the pants to go to the toilet.
His second leg is rotting.

He is a hard guy to deal with, but we were shocked by the reaction of the people at the nearby bus stop.
He slept right on the asphalt, and when we lifted him up to put him in a wheelchair, one of the women began to yell: “Let’s run him down the cliff!” (bus-stop is on the hill)/
Others joined: “Stinky filthy BOMZH /slang for homeless/. We are sick of him here and so on…
We asked Alexander what he thinks of the attitude of those people.
He says, “I’ll curse that woman to get cancer.”

That is how we live …
if someone bothers us, we are ready to get rid of him by any means. Then we get curses in response.