Plywood creates a new hallway on my walk home. The modest shelter of this doorway had been home to a woman for what must have been the last year or so. Who knows where she has moved but this latest renovation makes its intention clear.
Just around the corner, in the shadow of Galway cathedral, there is regular evidence of persons sleeping rough beside the local FÁS office.
Last December as I waited for a bus in Eyre Square, Chris Rea was booming out of the Christmas market. Yards away, a dozen people lay in doorways with no home to drive home to. Your head naturally fills with all the sentimental visions of roaring fireplaces and crammed dinner tables surrounded by those who care for you. It is impossible to understand how people must feel.
Over 10,000 are on the housing list while the council spends €16,000 a month on…
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