I feel like an intruder when I walk into the dump - not even 50 meters away from where I live - where a family lives. This is their house. When leaves started falling, leaving the ‘backyard’ open to insight, people has started wondering about this peculiar thing, not so often found in this country.
They came to Sweden from Romania in hope of earning some money to be able to raise the children they left in their home country. But this is how they ended up - a temporary tent made out of tarp and cardboard, while the temperatures is dropping every night.
I’ve seen them in the city, begging for money. Now I’m determined to have money on me the next time - I don’t want to walk past another time, feeling guilty that there’s nothing I can do.
Now, finally the authorities know about it and they’re working on a solution for the family.