Kirsten Lytsen

It was an early morning at King's Cross, where I live. Well, used to live would probably be the right term. You see I don't live in a nice flat or in a big house. I live on the streets. Actually I was a normal hardworking guy just like you. But all that changed when I lost my job earlier this year. But like most people with no home I don't like sleeping on the ground. So I do like most of us and go to one of those shelters the Government made for us. So I packed my stuff and went to the nearest shelter. This was a shelter near my old home so I knew the way. I quickly brushed my hair; a good impression is everything. But it turned out that even a bum like myself was in better shape than the shelter. It seemed nice on the outside though. Most of the windows had been smashed but most of the buildings around here had smashed windows so what did it matter? At least I cou... (more)