Friday, February 16, 2007

the homeless roof

As I come back to JR station in Kyoto. This is what I see:

On the pavement
a house made of wide opened


Blogger Magda said...

A Paris Lille Montpellier Marseille .... nous avons ce genre de constructions pour cet hiver ... les 'enfants de Don Quichotte" les tentes peuplent qq boulevards de la capitale lumiere afin d'accueillir les sans abris de notre beau pays de l'inégalité sociale.
Tout ceci est surement moins poétique ... mais tout autant émouvant.

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