AUSTRALIA | Saturday, 12 January 2013 | Views [203] | View Smaller Image
She wanders around the garden as she tells me a piece of her story. Some of her close relatives are drug users, and she's tired of worrying for them, seeing them suffering from withdrawal and going back to drugs, over and over again, her contemplating, helpless... As I am in kind of a similar situation, I feel like I understand. I still probably don't. Apparently, a few people come to this place to shoot up heroine, she says, and I noticed a few used syringes in the ruins of the second room. I understand why she welcomed me with a weird question.
