In 1996 I stayed with my friend's family in Tehran.
               Each morning I would be woken to the sounds of a large group of men yelling, 
                                                                                                      as if playing a sporting game. 

              When I asked my friend what was happening, I was told they were Kurds. 
       Each sunrise would bring them to the street            
  hoping to get an offer for a day's work. 
                                                                                                   This of course is illegal, 
                                                                                             so shortly after they arrived each morning 
                                                                                the police would come along and the men would scatter. 

         Each morning I would wake to this sound.            
Some mornings there seemed to be hundreds of them yelling, 
                                                                                   creating 
                                                                                    a small 
                                                                                  dust storm 
                                                                                   as they ran over the dried soil.         

                                                                                                    

The Kurds had no home,            
they slept wherever there was shelter. 

                                                              A home being built next to where I stayed 
                                                    was a covered slab of concrete for many to make their bed.           

                                                                I would often see them sleeping 
                                                                       or gathered around drinking 
                                                                                tea over a small fire 
                                                       when we came home at night.

                                                                                               and in the morning I would see them leave 
                                                                                                                          with their bags...