“When two homeless people pass each other on the street, they may share a look, and in that moment, without speaking, they have knowledge of each others’ lives.” -Leory Skalstad, homeless photographer.
It’s in those streets of the dawn in Chittagong that I found this homeless man sleeping on the footpath, covered in polyester sacks. I never stayed on for this man to wake up, but I am sure he had a story to tell.
Sadly enough, it’s people like him who represent a large proportion of the population of Bangladesh-people who crowd the streets of our cities, people who we hardly notice unless their begging starts to feel like harassment, the homeless, the slum dogs. Their life stories are the true representation of life in Bangladesh. They have embraced the streets for their home, and the street has given them shelter. They belong to these streets, and to them these streets belong.
It’s in those streets of the dawn in Chittagong that I found this homeless man sleeping on the footpath, covered in polyester sacks. I never stayed on for this man to wake up, but I am sure he had a story to tell.
Sadly enough, it’s people like him who represent a large proportion of the population of Bangladesh-people who crowd the streets of our cities, people who we hardly notice unless their begging starts to feel like harassment, the homeless, the slum dogs. Their life stories are the true representation of life in Bangladesh. They have embraced the streets for their home, and the street has given them shelter. They belong to these streets, and to them these streets belong.