Vevian is shaving his head by himself. He lives in a narrow street near my house. His place looks like a makeshift tent, made of sheets, fabric and other material tied around a tree. He has hung, outside the ‘house’, a big wooden cross on a white cloth. He has to change his spot often, because of the neighbours’ complaints, but he never leaves the area.
Vevian is shaving his head by himself. He lives in a narrow street near my house. His place looks like a makeshift tent, made of sheets, fabric and other material tied around a tree. He has hung, outside the ‘house’, a big wooden cross on a white cloth. He has to change his spot often, because of the neighbours’ complaints, but he never leaves the area.
