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,
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...