A young girl of about eight. Blond hair in braids, pale torn red dress down to her knees, no shoes, ragdoll in her hand. She just stands there in the boutiques, looking sad. She's alone, and hungry. She only looks at you (or so everyone thinks), the rest of the world seems to be oblivious to her. Yet despite all the pity you may feel, you will not feel inclined to give her money. So there she remains, hungry, cold, alone. .