The silent epidemic...
Twenty years ago, when I was homeless, life consisted of couch surfing, of relying on the kindness of friends, as much as of strangers.
Even though it wasn't a golden age of prosperity, people had money "to spare", they could afford to donate to charities, people had jobs, charities had room to spare, there was a "safety net" of sorts.
If I didn't mind that I very rarely slept two nights consecutively in the same place, I got by okay...
I don't know that things are like that, now.
Back then, a mate would say "You can sleep on the couch, tonight... My housemate might grumble a bit at there being a stranger staying under their roof, but I think they'll be okay with it... It's only one night...".
Nowdays I imagine the housemate would hit the roof "There is no way a stranger is staying here... Have you not the first clue about how easily transmitted this virus is?", and fair enough, it's a very real concern...
I don't know how the homeless cope, I don't know where they go, I don't know if they have stable, reliable accommodation, and if that is the case, why it wasn't available beforehand.
There are so many unanswered questions that come with this silent epidemic...
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