Woman haunted by abandoned homes left behind by Venezuelan migrants

Respecting the privacy of those who lived there, my entrance feels like a religious act. I break that intimacy and their history becomes public. Questions arise and flow forward like a heartbeat. The objects whisper to me in secret, telling tales. The uncertainty of it all invites me to imagine what went on inside.

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Man goes on stabbing spree in Syndey mall, two friends and police thwart the killer

We ran a few meters behind the policewoman until we found the attacker again. She stood in front of him. "Drop the knife, put it down," she commanded. He hesitated for a few seconds. Suddenly, he started running toward me.

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