When home is a hole in the wall
“Be vigilant. Watch your back and watch where you walk,” a police officer tells me as we walk towards a crumbling building in Central’s Hope Street.
As I walk down the stairs that lead to Military Road, the first thing that hits me is the putrid stench of human faeces...
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