I was homeless years back, during the war. We ended living in a granary owned by a friend. While my father and I went to work everyday, my mother spent her time searching for a home. I remember her shoe heels completely worn down....We ended in a place in the middle of the city, and it was alright.
I remember the day of the moving to the new place. I went to work from the granary and then got home a few paces away from the Main Post office where I worked, to the new flat....It felt very strange. gmx