They live on the street, under bridges. To make a living they clean the street, organize all the trash of others and sell it. Due to the financial crisis on this moment, they make only half the money they used to. Just not enough to keep them alive.
I made this photos in the place they live. I went to them, made a connection. In the beginning they treated me hostile, I entered their world. When I got to know the, I could explain what I wanted to do: show the world that they are there, human beings. When they understood they organised everything so I could make pictures of them.
Photography by Martijn Crowe www.thefaketory.org