(2/2) “One time I went to a club with some of my cousins and that’s where I met a nice-looking German girl. She liked me too so we kept in touch. Back then I was living in Stuttgart and she lived just outside of Frankfurt. I took the train to Frankfurt and she was supposed to pick me up at 8 pm. She didn’t show up. I tried to call her, but she switched off her phone. I kept waiting for her because I still hoped she'd show up. Around 10 pm I was still standing there stranded and my phone’s battery had died. Around midnight I had asked to charge my phone at a shop and called her again someone finally picked up the phone, but it was her sister who told me that she was sleeping. So, I ended up sleeping on the street, because I didn’t know anyone in Frankfurt. I joined a few people who were sleeping on the street. They had a tent and it was raining and I slept on the floor with them to wait for the train in the morning to take me back to Stuttgart. I’ve slept on the street before, but okay it was just one night. I cannot compare my experience to someone who is forced to sleep every night on the street. At the end of the day, I’m still standing and I’m happy. My life is good and for that I thank god.”
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Photo and story by @feargalagard