Overview

The day is wintry, grey and sunless. A blind beggar, sitting on a folding-stool, is scraping away on his fiddle in the hope of getting a few coins from any passers-by. Three times in his opening speech he emphasises that he is “a poor old man.” His bowl is quite empty though; it has been some time since he has had contact with anyone. This day however a wheelchair-using man is drawn to his playing. He is similarly disabled having lost one leg (“It went bad and was removed”). Now, for whatever reasons, they each find themselves alone in the world.