Tam doesnt remember how many years he has wandered around Ho Chi Minh City streets begging for alms and picking up scrap material, hoping each day to put at least a bite of food in his mouth.

He sleeps on the Nguyen Tri Phuong Bridge connecting districts 5 and 8, because this is one of the few parts of the city where police wont hassle him.

He shelters himself with nothing more than a piece of worn cloth tied to the bridge’s rails, covering him like a tent with two corners held to the ground by rocks.
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