Tales From a Tasmanian Homeless Shelter

A local story of a global housing crisis

Image credit — Paul Vasarhelyi

The first thing I noticed as I opened the door was the smell. Dank. Musty with a hint of stale cigarette smoke. It was a small house, barely a bungalow really, set in a little gully right next to a community garden. I went into the bedroom and stood at the large uncovered window taking in the view of little garden plots. It was…