Portraits of the Homeless

The homeless I met back in 2015 around Beyoglu had a lifestyle similar to an underpaid communist village. They started drinking in the morning, and kept \ufb01lling their bellies till they passed out. With the \ufb01rst lights of the morning, bottles met lips again. Alcohol wasn't the only thing they shared, friendship, love and affection was there as well.

They had lost their homes, they were cast out by the rest of the civilized world, yet their humanity was still there for the most part.

They lived fast. Most of them had short lives as homeless. Some of them were buried in the potter's \ufb01eld. Their former families showed up for some of them.

Only the memories remain now.

This collection tells the stories

of the homeless who once dwelt in the nooks and crannies of Beyoglu, one of the most crowded places in the whole world and where time \ufb02ies sevenfold.