If you live in Tel Aviv, you simply can’t miss them. They are part of your life. When you hang out with your friends at the local bar – they’re there. When you go out for jogging – they are there.
When you come home from your parents and waiting at a red light in the entrance to Tel Aviv – they’re there. They are Tel Aviv’s saddest souls, the homeless.
Image by David Shankbone
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