Befriending a Shoeshiner

The man shining shoes caught Filip Dmitrov’s attention in Cyprus’ capital, Nicosia.
The stale odor of tobacco smoke clung to his clothes. His hands shook from alcoholism.
Filip didn’t ask for a shoe shine.
“How are you doing, my friend?” Filip asked, speaking in Bulgarian. “Do you need any help?”
The man, Yulian Jankov, looked surprised. No one had asked him such a question since he moved from Bulgaria a decade earlier. It was pleasant to hear someone expressing an interest in him.
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