Esquire publishes blogs American and British homeless people who run their online diaries, sitting at stations in an Internet cafe or on the streets. Translated by Mikhail Spivakov. Brian L. Frank.
Author: VIEW-SIDEWALK, Greensboro, North Carolina, USA (lost his job in a major advertising agency, and was on the street with his wife and three children when his house was selected because of non-payment on a mortgage.)
Day on the street: 1
It's an eviction notice — it's good that it is not hitched for all to see on the front door. Our house will give the property to the lender. Exactly a week to nine in the morning we have to vacate the premises, then the bailiffs will hang on the door lock. The rest of the time we are trying very hard to be where we perch oneself, and at the same time trying to maintain a normal day, the children are not too nervous. However, I still have to dohazhivat recent days on the job in a department store. And the children, of course, need to continue to go to school.
Author: HOMELESSFAMILY, Jacksonville, FL, United States (after he took home lenders, lived in shelters with his wife and children of school age).
Day on the street: 5
I finally got a part of the taxes for the period that I was not working. They took off with the money room hotel, which will give us breathing space and the opportunity to get ready for the homeless life.
Day on the street: 7
We have rented the truck and leased space in a warehouse, and a cat — the new owners. All items, except for the daily necessities, will be shipped in the truck and taken to the warehouse. In training camp was held all day yesterday, then evening, then night. At one point I took a break to watch on TV the next series of Lost (TV's "Lost». — Esquire). By three o'clock in the morning about 97% of our life has been packed into a truck. The remaining 3% have had no strength, and we went to sleep. I slept lousy, and at 6:15 am I was already on my feet. I allowed the family to sleep for another hour or so, but at 7:15 we were all engrossed in full packaging, dragging and zapihivaniya. Counting down the minutes 7:25, 7:45, 7:55, 8:10, 8:25, 8:35 …
Day on the street: 18
It's time to leave. Last night, went to Walmart, bought a mosquito repellent, a tent, sleeping bags, toiletries and cart. Put in order the kit, the children gathered in the suitcases of their toys.
Day on the street: 18
This week we spent in the hotel, but stay there longer we can no longer afford. Calling various authorities, we came to the service, which settles the homeless by churches and secular communes. It works like this: In the evening we sent to spend the night in a church, which has agreed to shelter the homeless, and a week later is replaced by the other. The scheme works 12 weeks, after which it will be necessary to look for other options.
Day on the street: 55
In the bunkhouse brought printed on Xerox warning from the police. It turned out that one of the local guys recently served for rape. Well, what can you do … In any case, I think that to really be afraid of those costs, which the police do not know anything at all.
Author: WANDERINGSCRIBE, London, UK (lawyer, 7 months lived in a passenger car, parking it at night in the forest belt, and a day — in the parking lot of one of the London hospitals. 5 months later, the homeless life started a blog, using the internet terminal District Library. Through 2 months after this proposal has received through the blog to write an autobiography, which was enough to advance to rent a room).
Day on the Street: 166
It would seem that nothing could be simpler: get a job, and copy it to the room. Of course, do not just go to work when you are not at home, but it is possible. I would have continued to live in the car was parking to the hospital in the morning, took a shower and went there to work. But since I have not worked for two years, I will not take it. Even at those places that do not require any education. Send resume anywhere where I have any chance of being accepted. So far, so no one has called me for an interview, not a single employer.
Day on the street: 26
Some are surprised that I spend time on a blog instead of looking for housing. But I do both, and others! As is known to all bloggers, this activity does not take too much time. Most of the day I really pester people and organizations that can help. Do not worry: my family and the things I have always a priority. Do any of you actually work 24 hours a day?
Day on the Street: 175
Loitering in cafes and bookstores. Lunch at McDonald's: mad music and legions of raunchy single men at a corner table. I lower my eyes. I know that they are likely to feel the same as I know I should be sympathetic. But I can not make their views, tragic or evil men, when they pick up from their coffee, notice me and recognize for his. I start to shake. They have calculated? I'm not one of them … and probably never will, never!
Author: POETCHARLES, San Francisco, USA (many years living on the streets and in shelters, a fighter for the rights of homeless people, have accounts on Facebook, Myspace and Twitter. Moderiruet online forum homeless on the portal Yahoo.com).
Day on the Street: 923
Café, which I go to the internet, does not let me use their restroom. Perhaps the more they will not buy anything.
Day on the Street: 261
From lunches for the homeless get fat. Carbohydrates — the biggest problem, sometimes the whole plate of just one of them and is a member. It's a way to survive, but it can be deadly: homeless people are increasingly finding diabetes. A sad and frequent sight: homeless exchanged for things sweet or fruit — and then send in your mouth.
Day on the Street: 802
There was a meeting at City Hall, "How better to spend 8 million dollars to the needs of (semi-) homeless families." For the first two years of feeling that the case is moving. How to build a city in which all can live like human beings?
Day on the Street: 166
Decided to get away, took out a mirror and began to pluck his eyebrows. Laughter takes on the meaninglessness of this activity, especially in the middle of the forest, and the senselessness of such a life. But the eyes in the mirror did not answer me laugh, their eyes empty and colorless, and look at them impossible. Their opinion does not express anything — it is rather a lack of sight. A cold, gray light. Dank. Hands and ears sting from the cold. Do not give yourself to cry. Trees tell about his plans for the future, and read aloud from "Autumn Journal" by Louis McNeice (Irish poet of the mid XX century. — Esquire), which reminds me that "you can not drive themselves into a corner" and that "the river is not a river, when it is not flow. " Sometimes the right words come at the right time.
Day on the Street: 807
The story about me in the Wall Street Journal (article about the Internet habits of homeless people, which was published in the spring of 2009. — Esquire) not really changed my life. Still trying to survive, but my body is etched exhaust from passing cars. No more sleeping on the sidewalks, I fear that I will be arrested. I think the best place to live in some abandoned house, with only a find. The higher ranks of the city know about me and say, "Great story!" And move on, but I live with it.
Day on the street: 26
Observed from the window of the bus sister in misfortune at the corner of West Wendover and West Bridgford-Parkway. She stood back to me, but from the way she looked around the passing cars, it was clear that she was not just a pedestrian who is about to cross the street. In the hands of her cardboard box — which probably says something like: "Hungry. Homeless. God bless you. " What a huge difference between us! It passively collects alms at the crossroads ogrebi insults and curses. I ride on public transport, and not just anywhere, but in a job that pays polgrosha though, but at least in a well-established day of the month. But most importantly, I break the stereotype that it only feeds: what homeless life — it is a personal choice of people who prefer to stand with his hand instead of working. Not me, of course, to judge this woman. One thing is clear: holding a piece of cardboard that she has me and other homeless people a disservice.
Day on the Street: 166
People annoy me more and more. Does anyone individually and collectively. They all look menacing, running about their business with strained, angry faces, as before the battle. All the time I feel guilty, as if it's something I did to them. I do not know what it was, but their views seems that something awful. I am against the whole world — that even the competition.
Author: HOMELESSGUY, Nashville, Tennessee, United States (he was homeless for more than 13 years, during which he lived in his car, slept on the streets and in shelters, since 2008 he has been living in a mini-apartment provided by the charitable project, organized the publication of a newspaper for the homeless, suffering from depression and social phobia, a blog since 2002, through donations which are its main source of income).
Day on the Street: 3498
Homeless and alone is not very cool people, and only when they get together … Many of them have no idea how to behave, and it is — one of the reasons that I have little homeless friends. But they, of course, understandable. Typically, a homeless man before to be on the street, exhausted all channels of assistance, including parents, relatives and friends. And now, when help is no help, the last sense that it forces spent in vain, disappointed in him and move away. So, losing a house, instead of a person acquires load of guilt and personal grievances. And their society expresses his piggish behavior.
Day on the street: 18
Went in the evening with my son and noticed a woman who last week staged the noise in line for lunch. In a black dress, heels, she came out of one of the cheap hotels near the rooming house. She looked so that the question is, what she was doing, no choice. As well as the fact that she had a big problem. I explained to her son the situation and gave him to understand that she is suffering primarily because of the irresponsibility and inhumanity of men. Invited him to compare my strong relationship with his wife for the last 15 years with the way this woman probably received her husband and friends. Son silently nodded his head. In a sense, our homeless life gives him an inside view, which is not the majority of his peers …
Day on the Street: 201
I'm homeless, but I'm not crazy! The impression is that in order to help you, you need to go crazy. So I, like others, sticking out on the street or somewhere else, where we will be able to perch oneself, trying to "survive out of mind" at least enough to not hurt so much — whether it's through this blog, books, alcohol or barbiturates — and that we are not so different from everyone else.
Day on the Street: 3810
They say that "millions of people separated from homelessness only one or two salaries." What a nonsense! There are lots of things you can do to lose the house, not to mention the fact that lenders and apartment owners are legally obliged to give you a few months before to send bailiffs to seal your door. But imagine someone who believes in this story. Take the average American — let's call him James. James lives a wealthy life, but with dignity.
In his small apartment is not a luxury, but a TV, a tape recorder, and books. He works full time, but after he paid the bill and went to the supermarket on the hands is little that remains. So he is looking forward to when to visit him glance friend Kevin and bring beer. Cases of James at work are not going well, and at some point it shefini with great regret that puts him out the door. James first thing in calling the landlord and explain the situation. The host (for a small fee) gives him a reprieve for a couple of weeks.
Suitable day of payment, but James did not find a job. And then there's the mailbox start to come receipts for utilities. James usually does not go to church, but then he looks at the light to the Presbyterians who believe his stories, and agree to pay his gas bill. They also give him the address of the charity kitchens, which will give him a set of products in the two weeks ahead. But are these two weeks, and the work is not. James tries not to catch the eye of the owner of the apartment and calling in another church. Those can help nothing, but give him a phone social department at City Hall.
After spending three hours a queue, James gets an appointment with a social worker — full black woman, that all this is not just heard, but still surprised to see himself in his office groomed white guy. The state will pay the rent for James this month. All this running is given to James is not easy, and at this point he already was depressed — why look for a job becomes more difficult. And here already and the next month came, and again you have to pay the bills. The city has hundreds of churches, but James has no power to call them all and ask for God's help.
Instead, he calls a friend Kevin, who bluntly pays the bill, and even borrows a few bucks for food. Work, even temporary, James and not to pay rent to him again, there is nothing, and that's already in your mailbox James finds an eviction notice. Kevin, who has been in this situation calms James that at least another three months, it does not have the right to put on the street. James is now a regular guest at the charity kitchen, and all the churches in the area is known for his situation. Pastors are concerned, because it was looking a bit untidy. James job search altogether ceased.
Three months later, the doorbell rings sheriff: James has 24 hours to vacate the premises. James hides the last can of beer and a call to Kevin. Kevin agrees to let him on the couch, but mind you, they will share the rent in half. But James is afraid that he is never money. The fear is unbearable, growing depression, he feels that he has no other choice. And he loads his stuff in the car (which he still is) and went from house to nowhere.
Day on the Street: 173
I keep thinking about the little Filipino cleaner in the hospital where I take a shower. How terrible it looked yesterday, pushing his huge invisible dust mop the glittering corridors. Not smiling to himself as before. Yesterday, already falling asleep, I suddenly realized that he may have relatives or friends there, in the village, which was covered by a landslide last weekend. I would like to say something to him cheer up, but what? "I take it?" "I can not imagine what it is?" "I know what it is — to remain without a home?" It is foolish to even think about what to tell him anything. And besides, even if you say it's all the same for selfish reasons: I'm starting to realize how much I need to tell anyone about what was happening to me. If I did not have this blog where I can share at least part of their experience, can not imagine what would have happened to me.