This was a Friday morning and he wasn’t sleeping. Instead, he was carrying all his belongings on a shoulder pole (扁擔). But he normally sleeps on the streets in Yaumati, sometimes right in front of some of the shops which sells expensive stuff such as 燕窩 (swallow’s nest) and 冬蟲夏草 (cordyceps sinensis).
He reminds me of the story of the beggar Lazarus in the Bible who lied in front of the house of a rich man. When they both died, Lazarus went to paradise while the rich man went to hell. [Luke 16: 19-31] Talk about a story with morals - you cannot get any more explicit than that.