Just watched the documentary Japan: A Story of Love and Hate.
I read a lot of stories like these every once in a while. Once thing that strikes me is how alone they are – no family, little friends. Back home, I’ve met (and known) some people who are a lot poorer and worse off than Naoki in the story, but I somehow feel they are more content. Happier even.
Here’s the documentary playlist on youtube and the post on Tokyo Times.
Homeless Person in Shinjuku. (click on the photo for a larger view)