Across the tracks

Eskilstuna, April 10th 2016. Across the tracks from our apartment there is a graveyard for trains. And sheds that immigrants have put up to keep out the rain and wind.

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Across the tracks from our apartment we find newly washed clothes hanging on branches in the sun.

A cross the tracks

Across the tracks from our apartment, on this graveyard of debris, there are small and unstable sheds set up on a row, in a ditch.

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Beer

Across the tracks from our apartment empty bottles of beer and stale bread gets left behind.

Bread

A few hundred meters between society and people living outside of it.

A cross the tracks

Across the tracks from our apartment.


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