Hungry, cold, with nothing to do but wait: these are the boschetari, inhabitants of the sewers of Bucharest. The central train station is the heart of their life. Dozens of children sleep on the floor, overseen by one Bruce Lee (no relation). They come together every afternoon in the canal and the ritual begins. They ready syringes that allow then to forget it all for a few hours. Their trip begins as it always does: indifferently, and in silence.
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