Задание

Listen to the tape and fill in the gaps in the text using the words from the list.

The city can be an at the best of times. Imagine then, how it might feel for the or the - people who are often by the rest of society. So, to find out what it's really like to be in someone else's , two reporters went one as an eighty-year-old and another as a homeless person. The results were !

Turning 25-year-old me into an 80-year-old was no easy task; with the help of a artist, I had to be covered with layers of make-up. After putting on a coat and holding tightly onto a walking stick, my

was complete – and very ! Then it was time to set out to see how the world would .

Making sure that my voice old and weak, I immediately tried to make small talk on the bus with the young woman sitting next to me. She straight ahead. She might not have heard, I thought. I tried again, but it was quite that the woman didn’t want to talk to a senior citizen. Then it was time for some shopping. At my favourite make-up , where the usually laughs and jokes with me, she looked as if she couldn’t wait to get of me. Later, in a music shop, my for some CDs was met with laughter from sales assistants who couldn't believe an 80-year-old was interested in the latest hits! I felt incredibly embarrassed and lonely, as if nothing about me was important, except that I was old! All day long, only one person seemed to want to chat with me – a homeless man; he too was and by society.

As I finally took my make-up off, I couldn’t help how I would have 80-year-old me. Over the next 50 years, the number of elderly people in society will . Remember that the next time you’re out and about and come across an elderly person. One day, it could be you!

Carrying a sleeping bag and wearing clothes, I headed for the shop where the homeless spend their nights. When I arrived there, I was shocked to see men and women already up in most of the doorways. I got into my sleeping bag in the large, doorway of a boutique, but I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t just the biting cold, but I was constantly of people walking close to my head and the hard floor dug into my and hip. I finally off, only to be woken up at about 5 am by the who arrived to the steps.

As I walked, people looking at me and crossed the road. I walked into a café to use the and I was angrily told I had to leave. At the public toilets, I couldn’t believe the I saw in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy, my skin pale and my hair was . I looked terrible.

Later, at a soup kitchen, I got a free hot meal and I spoke to people who were on the streets because of terrible or family break-ups. 19-year-old Rob told me that he couldn’t get off the streets because he had no official . I suddenly how many times I had walked past young homeless people and , “You should just get a job!” forgetting that you can’t be employed without an and ID.

My day as a homeless person has me how much the homeless need our help, not our . These days, I money to homeless and at a soup kitchen. Maybe you could do the same.