The soul of Xavi is nomadic and always goes with everything that fit in the suitcase from here to there. Normally resort to cashiers, like this one; a paradox that the drama is dominated by the photo of a smiling guy who tries to attract the potential client It is the great street incoherence. An entity with pecuniary souls serves as shelter for hundreds of people like you. You say that the bad thing is the lights, which remain fluorescent all night, intense, and you cover your eyes with a sock to imagine the night. Then there are the lawful and legitimate entries and exits of the users, but you complain about those who wake you up on purpose, insult you, try to humiliate you, sometimes they even throw you cents with contempt.

You still recurrently account that infamous worker who kicked you to wake up and leave. You changed cashier, and you also tell me stories of consideration of other workers of these crematísticas entities, but you explain that all appear phagocytized by the great virtue of these times, the monetary gain. You settle for a shelter, you aspire to a stable roof, the fall has been hard, getting up is not easy. Keep fighting, you're a fighter, and that's where we are together. This article has been written by Daniel Marin , an entrepreneur without a roof and his talent is photo-journalism. Note from the Entrepreneurs Without Roof Association .You can make a donation to help you through the bank account of the Entrepreneurs Without Roof Association: IBAN No ES78 0081-1699-53-0001058408