I was having coffee with my roomie, Nana, when a man suddenly came to us asking for some money. Instead of that, we invited him to join us, gave him a cigarette (not the healthiest offer, I know) and just asked him about his life. In the end we found out, he was from Cuba and emigrated to Spain a few years ago. He told us, he missed the Island. After the conversation, he stood up thanked us and we wished him a "good life". I don't know if he hated us for not giving him what he requested at first, but he surely seemed pretty happy, that I can tell.