Bandy legs, his feet shuffle, almost nimbly, two heavy bags strapped over worn out shoulders, stooped – another bag pulls his right hand towards the floor of the U-Bahn compartment. In his left hand a few issues of the Straßenfeger - two fingers gripping the handle of a cup for coins. He covers the distance from one end of the compartment to the other with a smile and a soft murmur of 'Dankeschöns' – as people hand him their empty bottles. He collects them in his bags. The bags clink and get heavier – he shuffles on.