On a late evening in April 2017, I sat in an emergency accommodation hostel, a place where there are no facilities for you to stay during the day and so you are put out on to the streets every morning.
But I didn’t know that yet.
In fact, I didn’t know much at all about how the system worked.
There were three of us packed into a corner in a stuffy room – a staff member, somewhere in her early 40s, with brown hair and glasses; a dark-haired girl with kind-looking eyes in her early 30s; and myself, 31.
The staff member introduced herself. Denise ran through house rules – no drinking or drugs (there were needle bins everywhere, so I guessed, correctly, these rules were routinely ignored). We had to keep our rooms clean and, finally, pay the rent.
Source: Chris O'Donnell, The Irish Times, 27/07/18
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