Dormir, dormir dans les pierres

"A few years ago, my uncle died on the street. He was homeless. How did he get there? To try to understand, I ask my family members to retrace the route of its shipwreck. Everywhere in town, miserable people adrift. Death lurks. Joe and Bart, however, are still alive. They work at it, day after day, night after night." (Alexe Poukine)