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Empty Paris
Laurent Paillier / Le Pictorium
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Homeless in downtown Paris. Deserted streets of Paris on August 15th, a national day off, leaving the streets of Paris to birds and tourists as parisians left the French capital.
Urban misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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"The Reader" is a homeless who spends most of his time in a pathology report with books and magazines that he corrects covering of black ink ... -
Urban misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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"The Reader" is a homeless who spends most of his time in a pathology report with books and magazines that he corrects covering of black ink ... -
Urban misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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- This old man lives in the area of Auber and sleeps in one of the most dilapidated statio ns of "underground"
Urban misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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- This old man lives in the area of Auber and sleeps in one of the most dilapidated statio ns of "underground"
Urban misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Urban misery -
- This old man lives in the area of Auber and sleeps in one of the most dilapidated statio ns of "underground"
- This old man lives in the area of Auber and sleeps in one of the most dilapidated statio ns of "underground"
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Portraits of homeless Parisians
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alcohol in the street
Urban misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Urban misery -
are feet, homeless sleeping on the ground in Paris
are feet, homeless sleeping on the ground in Paris
"Hell in France" . The homeless of the monuments
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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"Hell in France" . The homeless of the monuments -
"The old Boudu" is a homeless wanderer on the Boulevard Saint Germain in Paris.
"The old Boudu" is a homeless wanderer on the Boulevard Saint Germain in Paris.
Portraits of homeless Parisians
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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The chamber of death
Portraits of homeless Parisians
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Place Stalingrad, the trace of alcohol
"Hell in France" . The homeless of the monuments
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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I stopped again tonight with Frank who lives on an air vent tube. Station Quai de la Gare, close to the Ministry of Finance at Bercy. We have addressed the subject of God, and he said, looking at me On the cross-it was a Butcher. What I think tonight and strength to attend to meet the homeless is that Madness is probably a way to survive when you're on the street.Annuler les modifications
Merde in France
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Merde in France -
I stopped again tonight to visit Frank who lives on an air vent tube. Station Quai de la Gare, close to the Ministry of Finance at Bercy. We have addressed the subject of God, and he said, looking at me: "On the cross it was a slaughter".
What I think tonight since i meet the homeless is that madness is probably a way to survive when you're on the street since a long time, and that the street increases the pathologies.
I stopped again tonight to visit Frank who lives on an air vent tube. Station Quai de la Gare, close to the Ministry of Finance at Bercy. We have addressed the subject of God, and he said, looking at me: "On the cross it was a slaughter".
What I think tonight since i meet the homeless is that madness is probably a way to survive when you're on the street since a long time, and that the street increases the pathologies.
"Hell in France" . The homeless of the monuments
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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"Hell in France" . The homeless of the monuments -
"The Karma of the junk". I took a few moments the man in rags, homeless drug addict. Strolling through the streets of Belleville and stopping to pick up cigarette butts and old drinks in cans on the floor.
"The Karma of the junk". I took a few moments the man in rags, homeless drug addict. Strolling through the streets of Belleville and stopping to pick up cigarette butts and old drinks in cans on the floor.
Merde in France
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Merde in France -
"The Karma of the junky".
I followed this man in rags a couple of minutes, homeless drug addict. Strolling through the streets of Belleville and stopping to pick up cigarette butts and old drinks in cans on the pavement
"The Karma of the junky".
I followed this man in rags a couple of minutes, homeless drug addict. Strolling through the streets of Belleville and stopping to pick up cigarette butts and old drinks in cans on the pavement
"Hell in France" . The homeless of the monuments
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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"The Karma of the junk". I took a few moments the man in rags, homeless drug addict. Strolling through the streets of Belleville and stopping to pick up cigarette butts and old drinks in cans on the floor.
Urban poverty
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Sisyphus, really alone at Opera station in July.
Prowling in the subway
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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During a prowling with StƩphane of the public transport social unit (RATP Oscar 14), we went to visit Mr Phylong.
He lives and sleeps for years in the subway station Opera.
Every time i see him, i stop and take a few pictures of him.
I thus learn this night, the identity of this tramp whom until now I nicknamed Sisyphus.
He lives and sleeps for years in the subway station Opera.
Every time i see him, i stop and take a few pictures of him.
I thus learn this night, the identity of this tramp whom until now I nicknamed Sisyphus.
Prowling in the subway
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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With StƩphane of the team of the social of the public transport (Ratp), "Oscar 14", we went to visit Mr Phylong.
Who lives and sleeps for years in the subway Operated
Prowling in the subway
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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With StƩphane of the team of the social of the public transport (Ratp), "Oscar 14", we went to visit Mr Phylong.
Who lives and sleeps for years in the subway Operated
Urban misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Urban misery -
Homeless in poor condition.
Homeless in poor condition.
Underground's misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless sleeping in the Paris metro station Opera. - And I thought seeing several men at the place where I saw one of them that I nicknamed Sisyphus - "Three cents in his pocket at the Threepenny Opera"
Underground's misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless sleeping in the Paris metro station Opera. - And I thought seeing several men at the place where I saw one of them that I nicknamed Sisyphus - "Three cents in his pocket at the Threepenny Opera"
Underground's misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless sleeping in the Paris metro station Opera. - And I thought seeing several men at the place where I saw one of them that I nicknamed Sisyphus - "Three cents in his pocket at the Threepenny Opera"
Underground's misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless sleeping in the Paris metro station Opera. - And I thought seeing several men at the place where I saw one of them that I nicknamed Sisyphus - "Three cents in his pocket at the Threepenny Opera"
Underground's misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
LePictorium_0120862.jpg
Homeless sleeping in the Paris metro station Opera. - And I thought seeing several men at the place where I saw one of them that I nicknamed Sisyphus - "Three cents in his pocket at the Threepenny Opera"
Underground's misery
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless sleeping in Opera subway station. - I nicknamed him Sisiphus! - "Three cents in his pocket at the Threepenny Opera"
Urban poverty
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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The dismal one
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietĆ© Street. That day, I didnā€™t have much time and I always try to arrive on time for my appointments.
Seeing this man with a somber look and appearance, I nevertheless felt the need to bear witness. For whom, for what, I like saying for us, or for those who can be moved. Others, those who do not want to know, will simply make insipid comments.
On the spot, the first thing I noticed was his smell which overwhelmed me. I turned around, as almost all the passers-by did on his path. He was given wide berth, it goes without saying. Whatā€™s his life? Who is this man? I canā€™t really say, I only saw him once and briefly. In what hole does he live? What brought him here? This misery, this terrible poverty knocked me over, and it is partially for this reason that I photographed it. I wonder, as you also no doubt, what happened to him and to them and what we can really do to remain empathetic humans towards our fellow man, to those who in this life seem unable or no longer able to lead a normal life.
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietĆ© Street. That day, I didnā€™t have much time and I always try to arrive on time for my appointments.
Seeing this man with a somber look and appearance, I nevertheless felt the need to bear witness. For whom, for what, I like saying for us, or for those who can be moved. Others, those who do not want to know, will simply make insipid comments.
On the spot, the first thing I noticed was his smell which overwhelmed me. I turned around, as almost all the passers-by did on his path. He was given wide berth, it goes without saying. Whatā€™s his life? Who is this man? I canā€™t really say, I only saw him once and briefly. In what hole does he live? What brought him here? This misery, this terrible poverty knocked me over, and it is partially for this reason that I photographed it. I wonder, as you also no doubt, what happened to him and to them and what we can really do to remain empathetic humans towards our fellow man, to those who in this life seem unable or no longer able to lead a normal life.
Urban poverty
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Urban poverty -
The dismal one
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietƩ Street.
The dismal one
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietƩ Street.
Merde in France
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Merde in France -
Homeless person crossed in the district Montparnasse in July, 2012. Character in situation of big precariousness and advanced homelessness.
Homeless person crossed in the district Montparnasse in July, 2012. Character in situation of big precariousness and advanced homelessness.
Urban poverty
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
LePictorium_0120883.jpg
The dismal one
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietĆ© Street. That day, I didnā€™t have much time and I always try to arrive on time for my appointments.
Seeing this man with a somber look and appearance, I nevertheless felt the need to bear witness. For whom, for what, I like saying for us, or for those who can be moved. Others, those who do not want to know, will simply make insipid comments.
On the spot, the first thing I noticed was his smell which overwhelmed me. I turned around, as almost all the passers-by did on his path. He was given wide berth, it goes without saying. Whatā€™s his life? Who is this man? I canā€™t really say, I only saw him once and briefly. In what hole does he live? What brought him here? This misery, this terrible poverty knocked me over, and it is partially for this reason that I photographed it. I wonder, as you also no doubt, what happened to him and to them and what we can really do to remain empathetic humans towards our fellow man, to those who in this life seem unable or no longer able to lead a normal life.
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietĆ© Street. That day, I didnā€™t have much time and I always try to arrive on time for my appointments.
Seeing this man with a somber look and appearance, I nevertheless felt the need to bear witness. For whom, for what, I like saying for us, or for those who can be moved. Others, those who do not want to know, will simply make insipid comments.
On the spot, the first thing I noticed was his smell which overwhelmed me. I turned around, as almost all the passers-by did on his path. He was given wide berth, it goes without saying. Whatā€™s his life? Who is this man? I canā€™t really say, I only saw him once and briefly. In what hole does he live? What brought him here? This misery, this terrible poverty knocked me over, and it is partially for this reason that I photographed it. I wonder, as you also no doubt, what happened to him and to them and what we can really do to remain empathetic humans towards our fellow man, to those who in this life seem unable or no longer able to lead a normal life.
Urban poverty
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
LePictorium_0120884.jpg
The dismal one
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietĆ© Street. That day, I didnā€™t have much time and I always try to arrive on time for my appointments.
Seeing this man with a somber look and appearance, I nevertheless felt the need to bear witness. For whom, for what, I like saying for us, or for those who can be moved. Others, those who do not want to know, will simply make insipid comments.
On the spot, the first thing I noticed was his smell which overwhelmed me. I turned around, as almost all the passers-by did on his path. He was given wide berth, it goes without saying. Whatā€™s his life? Who is this man? I canā€™t really say, I only saw him once and briefly. In what hole does he live? What brought him here? This misery, this terrible poverty knocked me over, and it is partially for this reason that I photographed it. I wonder, as you also no doubt, what happened to him and to them and what we can really do to remain empathetic humans towards our fellow man, to those who in this life seem unable or no longer able to lead a normal life.
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietĆ© Street. That day, I didnā€™t have much time and I always try to arrive on time for my appointments.
Seeing this man with a somber look and appearance, I nevertheless felt the need to bear witness. For whom, for what, I like saying for us, or for those who can be moved. Others, those who do not want to know, will simply make insipid comments.
On the spot, the first thing I noticed was his smell which overwhelmed me. I turned around, as almost all the passers-by did on his path. He was given wide berth, it goes without saying. Whatā€™s his life? Who is this man? I canā€™t really say, I only saw him once and briefly. In what hole does he live? What brought him here? This misery, this terrible poverty knocked me over, and it is partially for this reason that I photographed it. I wonder, as you also no doubt, what happened to him and to them and what we can really do to remain empathetic humans towards our fellow man, to those who in this life seem unable or no longer able to lead a normal life.
Urban poverty
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Urban poverty -
The dismal one
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietĆ© Street. That day, I didnā€™t have much time and I always try to arrive on time for my appointments.
Seeing this man with a somber look and appearance, I nevertheless felt the need to bear witness. For whom, for what, I like saying for us, or for those who can be moved. Others, those who do not want to know, will simply make insipid comments.
On the spot, the first thing I noticed was his smell which overwhelmed me. I turned around, as almost all the passers-by did on his path. He was given wide berth, it goes without saying. Whatā€™s his life? Who is this man? I canā€™t really say, I only saw him once and briefly. In what hole does he live? What brought him here? This misery, this terrible poverty knocked me over, and it is partially for this reason that I photographed it. I wonder, as you also no doubt, what happened to him and to them and what we can really do to remain empathetic humans towards our fellow man, to those who in this life seem unable or no longer able to lead a normal life.
The dismal one
I met him at the end of the afternoon, close to the Montparnasse Tower, at the corner of GaietĆ© Street. That day, I didnā€™t have much time and I always try to arrive on time for my appointments.
Seeing this man with a somber look and appearance, I nevertheless felt the need to bear witness. For whom, for what, I like saying for us, or for those who can be moved. Others, those who do not want to know, will simply make insipid comments.
On the spot, the first thing I noticed was his smell which overwhelmed me. I turned around, as almost all the passers-by did on his path. He was given wide berth, it goes without saying. Whatā€™s his life? Who is this man? I canā€™t really say, I only saw him once and briefly. In what hole does he live? What brought him here? This misery, this terrible poverty knocked me over, and it is partially for this reason that I photographed it. I wonder, as you also no doubt, what happened to him and to them and what we can really do to remain empathetic humans towards our fellow man, to those who in this life seem unable or no longer able to lead a normal life.
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain the reeder
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Alain the reeder -
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Alain roams by the same way close ofthe banks of the Seine for more than 20 years, he stops and searches every trash can.
Urban misery.
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Portrait of an old man and his caddie.
Sammy homeless .
Urban poverty.
Urban poverty.
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Sammy homeless .
Urban poverty. -
The 16 of Paris.
Urban poverty. -
The 16 of Paris.
Sammy homeless at the intersection of the gate of Asnieres.
Urban poverty.
Urban poverty.
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Sammy homeless at the intersection of the gate of Asnieres.
Urban poverty. -
Sammy lives the last four years on the district heating grid in the middle of a crossroads of the capital's most congested and polluted .I drive and I decided to stop me, it was too long since I saw him.
Urban poverty. -
Sammy lives the last four years on the district heating grid in the middle of a crossroads of the capital's most congested and polluted .I drive and I decided to stop me, it was too long since I saw him.
Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee."
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee." -
Almost ready. - SDF in its cover in front of the square of Mazas,central mortuary of Paris.
Almost ready. - SDF in its cover in front of the square of Mazas,central mortuary of Paris.
Parisian poverty. The homeless of Paris.
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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A homeless under a protective canvas, outside the Mazas garden located in front of the Medico-Legal Institute of PARIS.
Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee."
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee." -
SDF of the parking lot of the Central Morgue of Paris. Under the bridge of Austerlitz. - Do not disturb. -
SDF of the parking lot of the Central Morgue of Paris. Under the bridge of Austerlitz. - Do not disturb. -
Urban misery.
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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The homeless of the Medico-legal institute. -
Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee."
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee." -
SDF of the parking lot of the Central Morgue of Paris. Under the bridge of Austerlitz. - The waiting room. -
SDF of the parking lot of the Central Morgue of Paris. Under the bridge of Austerlitz. - The waiting room. -
Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee."
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee." -
SDF of the parking lot of the Central Morgue of Paris. Under the bridge of Austerlitz. - At the shelter. -
SDF of the parking lot of the Central Morgue of Paris. Under the bridge of Austerlitz. - At the shelter. -
Homeless legal medical institute, "Quai de la Rapee."
Sylvain Leser / Le Pictorium
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Homeless of the Medico-legal Institute of PARIS.
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