Not Condoning But Understanding

There's a road that goes by the light house called Rue d'Ouakam (pronounced wah-kam) that has a beautiful scenic view of the ocean. Part of the road passes by a small beach where the fishermen bring in their catch of the day. Gusi always loves to shout barcos or bateaux (boats in Spanish and French) when we pass this part. Just up the road a bit from here as you leave the city, is a small shack. Perhaps an impromptu tent would better describe it. In any case, there lives a man. Homeless is what we would call it back home. Sometimes he wanders the road to direct traffic. Sometimes his door is left open. Sometimes...no...many times...he is completely naked. Now, without trying to make fun of the sad situation, or much less condone it, I can understand why one would want to take one's clothes off in this heat. It's hot and it's Africa, so if someone mentally unstable strips down to their birthday suit...well, frankly, I understand...and I look the other way.