Due to a dock strike, I was 1)__________ in Vera Cruz on my way from Mexico City to Yucatan. To kill time, I sat down in the coolness of the plaza and 2)__________ a drink. A red-haired beggar attracted my attention. He was skinny. His ragged clothes barely 3)__________ together. He stood at the tables, one after another, silent and immobile, with 4)__________ in his eyes. When he came to me, I shook my head. In the evening, I saw again that beggar standing 5)__________ before one table after another. It occurred to me that I had come across him before. But I couldn’t tell when an where. The second day at Vera Cruz wore on. I 6)__________ for the beggar and 7)__________ him very carefully. I 8)__________ my brains, trying to remember when I might have met him, but could 9)__________ none of the circumstances. A policeman who tried to protect the public from the 10)__________ of the beggars gave him a whack. And suddenly I remembered everything except his 11)__________ 。 Twenty years ago, I was in Rome and often went to a restaurant 12)__________ by some American and British art students and writers. He was only a boy among them then, good-looking but with enormous 13)__________ and with an ambition to be a writer. Being arrogant, he was not popular among us. I could never imagine that he has been 14)__________ to this frightful misery. I found him and went up to him. “Do you remember Rome?” I said. He didn’t move, nor spoke a word; it was as if I were not standing before him. I pressed a not in his hand. But he 15)__________ it up and flicked it into the air.