In the wake of our recent war on dust, (which you can read about here, if you wish), I discovered and threw out many unwanted and unused items. Instead of leaving them on the garbage pile, I looked out for the local rag-and-bone man. I see him passing below our balcony on a regular basis so it wasn't long before I spotted him. I called him and asked him to meet me outside our courtyard.
He was downstairs with his assistant and chatting to Achmed, the apartment nightwatchman, when I got downstairs with discarded items.
After a brief spell of negotiations, I told him I didn't want payment. All I wanted was a photo with them and their donkey.