On a bench. Under a bridge. In an abandoned car. In a public park. In a building slated for demolition. For people in Tel Aviv without housing, this is the closest thing they have to a home.
There are hundreds of such people all over the city, living without shelter and, for the most part, without family support either. Those trying to leave such a life behind end up living in difficult conditions in various frameworks, or at least spending a few nights there. Others live in places that to passersby look like chill-out spots (“zulas” in Hebrew), albeit the kind they wouldn’t want to spend a day in, certainly not a night.