I have met Harry when I first arrived in Australia almost 19 years ago. During that time I was living on my own and he use to clean the glass at this place where I worked. He had long wild grey hair and long grey beared, always wore a flannelette or dirty white shirt and brown pants with holes in it and he always carry a few white shopping bags with him – full of his belongings. All these years that I knew him I never once saw Harry wear a pair of shoes. Rain or shine, Harry will be barefooted. This is all he wears for these many years I’ve known him.