It’s 6.30 a.m. on a late summer morning in Paris. Amid the rumbling coming from the Stalingrad Métro station, in the northeast of the French capital, hundreds of migrants, mostly men, sleep crammed under an overpass. Some rest on pieces of cardboard and old mattresses behind a urine-doused fence, others lie awake by the side of the street.
Way more than thousands, given the widespread economic effects on the victim hosting country.
Speaking as a Greek, 20 years later there are literally still multiple abandoned world-class sporting facilities, unused, in maximum disrepair.
Some like the one outside my town never used even once (Olympics included), after millions of euro spent.
I hope the homeless can use it for shelter at least, though it’s in a pretty inconvenient spot anyway.
I felt like putting millions at first, but thought a bunch of people might try to argue with me, so I thought, no one can deny it fucks over thousands of people at least.
Way more than thousands, given the widespread economic effects on the
victimhosting country.Speaking as a Greek, 20 years later there are literally still multiple abandoned world-class sporting facilities, unused, in maximum disrepair. Some like the one outside my town never used even once (Olympics included), after millions of euro spent.
I hope the homeless can use it for shelter at least, though it’s in a pretty inconvenient spot anyway.
I felt like putting millions at first, but thought a bunch of people might try to argue with me, so I thought, no one can deny it fucks over thousands of people at least.