A contact? A care ? A massage ? A human touch.
With a twinkle in his eye. His hair disheveled. He waits his turn.
His body in pain. Bruised by the street. B... >>
Broken Bodies. Foggy Souls. Women pull a heavy medieval door.
Men come here too. Seeking some rest. Some human kindness.
Sheltered from the street.
Side ... >>
The citizens took the street.
Today, they are pounding the pavement.
Looking for affordable housing.
In the battle of Hochelaga.
Parents, children, gran... >>
“Stop privatization!
And reinvest!
Or else it’ll all blow up.”
The crowd repeats:
“It’ll all blow up!”
Taxi drivers. Union representatives. Social wo... >>
Sébastien and Simon kissed each other.
They were insulted. Beaten up. Assaulted.
In Montreal. On a Saturday night. Late April.
In the street. Then in a bar.
... >>
The Mount Royal is hazy. People got lazy.
It’s 420 in Montreal. International Marijuana Smoking Day.
Young. Old. Medicinal or recreational.
All smoking f... >>
« I have a home, it's been 2 days now ! »
After long years in the streets.
He walks smoothly through the winter storm.
With his own street family.
He p... >>
Numbed by winter,
sitting on the church's frozen steps,
leaning on himself,
Charlie is facing the storm.
The doors are closed.
His shelter is closed.
To... >>