Men, women, children – they were all there, packed in like canned fish. No furniture, no heat, no windows. More than 60 people, up to 12 to a room. Two bathrooms. No real kitchen. A veritable riot of daily life squeezed into a space never intended for habitation at all.
If you’re imagining a Cambodian refugee ship or some flophouse on old San Francisco’s Barbary Coast, you’re straining your imagination.