Street Life-Style
Street Life Style - A House is Not a Home
This is the story of me, who has a "house" but no "home", and them, who have no "house" but a "home", asking for something.
I took a photo of an elderly homeless man. It was a cold day at the end of November, and it was getting dim because I had been listening to him for a long time, but his expression was so good. It wasn't miserable or abominable, it was normal I felt his face looked better than most people's. I had been rather introverted and conscious of contemplating within myself, but this was the beginning of my awareness of insight into others. 
Over the next two years, I talked, ate, and drank with many homeless people. I know many photographers have photographed homeless people in the past, but I wanted to portray their humanity and what lies behind their emotions. And at the same time, I wanted to change the way I dealt with my loneliness. 
 This is the story of homeless people living out of the rain under the elevated Nagoya Expressway No. 2 Higashiyama Line in the heart of Nagoya City. They live their lives in a way that they consciously do not mingle with the general public. I wanted to make sure, how did they become homeless, and why are they stuck or continue to be homeless? What makes them happy? What do they need? For two years I visited their "homes," their tents and barracks, listening to their stories and sharing time with them. 
Over time, I came to recognize them as people who were okay with living on the street and taking on such a lifestyle. Of course. they did not like it, but I thought that by changing my perspective in that way, I could communicate with them in a way that respected their personalities and humanity.
However, during the past two years, a man has died, another has gone to jail, and a man has left everything there and is gone. And there are newcomers and those who have left. I don't know what goes on in their hearts, but I believe it is the same for all of us: life comes in waves, sometimes we feel that life is not easy to live, but after it passes, our footwork becomes lighter, we are moved by the sun and nature's blessings, and we realize that our relationships with others are also precious. And finally, they will learn to love everything, including themselves. 
Finally, their weakness and strength, as well as the glimpses of vanity and desire, also remind me of the essence of human nature. But humans are not equal, and society is absurd. They have fallen between the cracks of a social system that does not allow them to exercise their rights. 
 これは名古屋市の中心部、名古屋高速道路2号東山線の高架の下に、雨を凌いで暮らすホーム レスの人々の物語です。 彼らがいかにしてホームレスとなったのか、なぜ抜け出せない、もしくはホームレスを続けて いるのか。何が嬉しいか、何に困っているのか。
 私は2年前から彼らの”ホーム” 、テントやバラッ クを訪れ話を聞き、飲食を共にして同じ時間を共有しました。 そのうちに、私は彼らを路上で生活することが大丈夫な人、そのようなライフスタイルをとっ ている人という認識を持つようになりました。もちろん好んでそうなったのではないのでしょう が、そのように視点を変えてみることで、人格や人間性を尊重したコミュニケーションが取れる と考えたからです。 
 しかし、この2年の間に亡くなった人、刑務所に入った人、全てそこに残したままいなくなって しまった人もいます。そして新たに来た人、そして去った人もいます。
 彼らの心のうちはわかりま せんが、それはどの人も同様に、人生には波があり、生きていくことは簡単ではないと感じるこ ともあれば、それが過ぎるとフットワークは軽くなり、太陽や自然の恵みに感動し、そして人と の関わりもまた貴重なものだということに気づくのだと思います。
 そしてついには自分を含めた全 てを愛せるようになるのでしょう。 彼らの弱さと強さ、垣間見える虚栄心や欲望もまた、人間の本質のようなものを感じます。 しかし人間は平等ではなく、社会は不条理です。彼らは社会制度が想定していなかった隙間に落ち てしまったのです。
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