She dragged the little red suitcase by the handle. It was heavy and she had to make extra efforts to push it to the other side of the street. The black hoodie covered half her face. There were no complaints; it was the only thing protecting her. She stopped when she got to the following block. The rain was coming down hard again. Her next stop was the subway station. Before someone says something again, before they asked her to leave or before the cop came. What did the city expect her and the other homeless to do? Where could they hide if no place was safe? She shook her head. They just want to make things hard for people who already have it hard enough.