This was in 2011, summer, August. Walking with a friend around the area, at the stop, they saw a man lying on the asphalt, as placed in a hole of urine and with a bowl of some alcohol near his head. I was warned that I was dressed decently, aged 35-40 years. Well, I think everything happens, sleep at any age. Then I looked up and saw a small slice under my head and an iPhone and wallet coming out of my load pocket. Shortly thinking I checked whether he breathed (breathed) and immediately called the ambulance, where I was clarified about the smell of alcohol and the appearance of the victim, they said that they would get along. A couple of minutes later came a family couple, asking what to help, left to discuss the situation. There the iPhone in the pocket of the lying, his mother called. I approached and when she heard the voice of not her son she began to panic, I calmed her as I could and asked her to come to us if she lives not far away. She lived across the road and ran in what she was in her coat, shoes, and the obvious thing in tears. Seeing the son began to whisper that the son is dead, I told her that he is breathing and it is better not to lift him or move him, well on the street +30. She handed her phone and her son’s wallet, and she seemed to be calm. Here the police arrived, saw that the man was not a bombe and alkas and called the ambulance, 15 minutes passed as we found him. Five minutes later, an ambulance arrived and took the man to the hospital. He found out the number of the mother of the victim before her departure with her son to the hospital. A couple of weeks later I called to ask how things were going. He said that his son had an epileptic seizure, for the first time in 39 years, thanked.



People, be careful and do not pass by. All are good.