There is no "typical homeless person". All fates are different and they all have their own story. Pekka lived an ordinary life with family, kids and a job as a truck driver, but the alcohol took over and the debts grew. He became homeless. Today he does not remember the names of all his children. Matte worked in construction before his life fell apart and he ended up on the street. Thats where he met Pekka. Together they have lived on the street, behind dumpsters, in bus shelters, under bridges, where there has been protection against rain and wind. Their only companion at night has been the rats that crawled up and down in their sleeping bags in search of some warmth. During the day, they have gone to work, a place on the street with a piece of cardboard with the text "give some money to a homeless". They call themselves brothers. All the years on the street and all the alcohol has worn out their bodies. Pekka's heart has stopped several times. In and out of hospitals. His body has been emptied of over 100 liters of fluid. Pekka survived. Tried a treatmenthome, but the craving for alcohol, a life in the free and his best friend was too strong. Now he's back on the street again. I have followed Pekka and Matte many years. They have become my friends. It is a story that does not have an ending. It is a story that develops and changes over time. A story about friendship, joy, sadness and exclusion. A story of two people who refuse to give up hope and joy of life. A story about the people you pass on the street and call "typical homeless person"
