He was always there.
From morning to late afternoon.
I don't have any idea where he got the money to buy the bread he'd feed them.
I don't know where he slept or if he had food to eat for himself.
He'd sit on one of the benches in front of the cathedral rain or shine.
"They are my family", he told me once.
They would flock to him one at a time as soon as he sat down.
They had a bond.
An exchange of trust.