When they walk, they hug the walls, eyes cast down and shoulders drooping, clutching at the stones of the facades, with the weary gestures of a defeated army, of those who bite the dust.
Camiñan pegados aos muros, coa cabeza baixa, los ombros caídos, as mans tensas rozando as pedras das fachadas, con xestos fatigados de vencidos, de mordedores de po.