The Day After the World Cup. It’s 01:13 AM and I have reached metro Paraiso at the other end of Av Paulista where I started at metro Consolação. On the way I saw many more, some under carps, others under blankets, cardboard, paper and one with her couple, she was urinating in the dark and then cuddled back with her partner. Then there was Jose Antonio, shouting “People I need help, give me something to eat, c’mon please!” Then he stopped and I said hello I gave him five Reais and a woman gave him a sandwich told him Jesus loves and to vista an evangelist church to get food, shelter, guidance and love. Then I asked to take a photograph and he said yes and he kept on yelling the same thing. It’s really difficult to be on the street and it’s difficult to get off it, but surely it was a difficult process too, to get to be on the street. I can keep on showing you the Sleepers of São Paulo every night and every time there would be a new place, a new person. And? I even shot the trash on the way, piles of trash, because often I was confusing them with it, so I recorded it just the same. They are objects left behind by the people, and some of the people have become objects left behind too. It’s 01:30, they’re still there, maybe not.
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