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.

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

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.

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

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

Across the tracks from our apartment.