"Xavi's Shelter"

The soul of Xavi is nomadic and always goes with everything that fit in the suitcase from here to there. Normally resort to cashiers, like this one; a paradox that the drama is dominated by the photo of a smiling guy who tries to attract the potential client It is the great street incoherence. An entity with pecuniary souls serves as shelter for hundreds of people like you. You say that the bad thing is the lights, which remain fluorescent all night, intense, and you cover your eyes with a sock to imagine the night. Then there are the lawful and legitimate entries and exits of the users, but you complain about those who wake you up on purpose, insult you, try to humiliate you, sometimes they even throw you cents with contempt.

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You still recurrently account that infamous worker who kicked you to wake up and leave. You changed cashier, and you also tell me stories of consideration of other workers of these crematísticas entities, but you explain that all appear phagocytized by the great virtue of these times, the monetary gain. You settle for a shelter, you aspire to a stable roof, the fall has been hard, getting up is not easy. Keep fighting, you're a fighter, and that's where we are together. This article has been written by  Daniel Marin , an entrepreneur without a roof and his talent is photo-journalism. Note from the Entrepreneurs Without Roof Association .You can make a donation to help you through the bank account of the Entrepreneurs Without Roof Association:  IBAN No ES78 0081-1699-53-0001058408

'Little warriors' series Ocula

Between A and B, C. Between this and that, that one. Between the one and the other, the one beyond.

The social activist Andrew Oliver Funk (Saint Paul, Minnesota, United States, 1981), like the Gorgonite Ocula, has spent half his life deciding between two options, and in all of them he has chosen the least bad choice. Vertical, existentialist ("I like to help others"), is the antithesis of the sculptor Jorge Oteiza ("the man transformed by art"), occupying spaces for the homeless, as if the tellers of the banks were spiritual metaphysical boxes. Andrew has founded the non-profit organization of Barcelona #HomelessEntrepreneur.

He grew up in the lands of the Sioux. Pitcher with iron arm. Baseball cards thief  (shortstop  Dickie Thon, 1992) and loose poems that cut off his breath, as indolent soil clauses ("hold infinity in the palm of the hand", William Blake).

When he was 12 years old, he had to choose between father and mother, at the request of the matrimonial lawyer who processed the separation of the parents: "Who do you want more?", He asked him to answer. His father was drilling the Texas soil with the rod bombs, looking for the black gold to pay the bills. The boy stayed with the mother, not knowing that the two weighed the same in the balance of his heart.

At the age of 18, he had to choose between a career in economics ("I took refuge in mathematics, I did not have to talk") and an English Literature course, both at the Arizona State University. He chose literature, the only articulated vehicle that transported him farther, away from judgments and gangs and emptiness.

His favorite book is Private M emories and Confessions of a Justified Sinner,  by James Hogg ("I am sure that by recording the horrible events that continue ..."). But he stopped reading books and began to read people, as a result of the learning acquired in the course of the subject "theory of knowledge".

At 19 he chose between two foreign languages, compulsory subjects: French or Spanish. He was inclined to the word Cervantes, who hugged him to give him the songs (Sting), insults or half-insults ("for the balls") and nap ("the good here").

With 22 years he went to Spain to change the world; it did not manage to change the world, but it helped Spain to become clever; Soon she would enter the economic and social crisis that is still transforming her into a long-tailed dragon.

He traveled the distances between malodorous hostels, tarnished rooms and expensive and unhygienic rents. He traveled each time with less budget, and of the 43 countries he has visited there is one he always comes back to: Barcelona, onceived as a country, as his home, as His Home in capital letters: "All the people I've met are interested in the same thing : eat, drink and fuck, basic things. I have gone to poor places and rich places, and in all of them people are very similar. " In Barcelona all these people come together.

Established in the Mediterranean city, he founded the English Metas English academy. I wanted to grow and enjoy: "I knew how to grow but not manage".

Closed ("English Goals website is having a make-up!"). He became disoriented. He got into a vortex without sense, spiral of self-destruction, battles with himself, unfortunate loneliness, inconsolable. "I was like this staying on the street [takes a pinch of air with my fingers]. I went from couch to couch, burning relationships, "she says honestly.

He visited the shelters of Cáritas Diocesana de Catalunya, which he saw as insufficient.

To survive and not hit bottom ("when you hit the bottom, you make your home base, so it's not an option to go up"), created the organization #HomelessEntrepreneur.

"The homeless people have lost everything, everything, everything: the links, the networks, the friendships ... They do not know how to carry out anything. Even if they get angry they do not know how to channel it ... For me they are not invisible. "

Reporter. -What would you have done if you had stayed in the street?

Andrew.-What I'm doing now.

R. - What are you doing?

A. -Create community.

Between returning to his previous position and continuing with the project to eradicate homelessness, the North American Barcelona Andrew Funk, the Gorganita Ocula, chose again: he chose the latter. "I want the model that I am implementing in Barcelona to be exported to all the cities in the world."

The second is the first.

"Gabriel's Shelter"

Gabriel is very proud of his refuge. Created ingeniously with the available resources, with their hands, with the waste of others, imagination to find the right place, hurry when building it.

It is your reference site, what you missed so much. At the moment it is what it has, it knows where to shelter when it rains, where to sleep when it is exhausted, to rest, in short, in a safe place for him.

Hidden, few people pass by, and sheltered by the bushes, or infer their presence. Now you can drink and read calmly. Now you can dodge inquisitive glances, and be really alone when you want, which is almost always.

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However, Gabriel dreams of a real home. A more solid roof, to start again a life where security and a real rest allow you to acquire drive and determination to work, earn your bread without resorting to begging, a place where the lock that determines your privacy is more consistent that a red sheet, threadbare, light.

Gabriel tells me that his refuge is a projection of something he desires with eagerness. That in the open is a non-living, and that staying in the street immediately sought a place to mount shelter. Gabriel was a janitor, Gabriel fell into the ruthless and merciless clutches of alcohol after the loss of employment. Gabriel wants to recover and for that he needs a home as a starting point.

Note from the author,  Daniel Marin , an entrepreneur without a roof. His talent is photo-journalism.

The story of Gabriel is also my story, and it can be that of any other person who suffers a moment of weakness and vulnerability in his life.

Note from the  Entrepreneurs Without Roof Association .

You can make a donation to help you through the bank account of the Entrepreneurs Without Roof Association:  IBAN No ES78 0081-1699-53-0001058408