That day, 2005 Jan, just after new year I was alone, not in the crowd, so I had the opportunity to record some of the moments of the FOYER that, during 8 years, had being my great friend in London. The sense of freedom, joy, equality, community, spontaneity, and my first friends in the town. The security was fair and personal. Everybody new each and everybody would protect each other. Without community RFH have to resource to poor, badly led security services and management, that only separates the good from the place and brings fear and discomfort, isolation to the ones that loved the place, then the Foyer is now easy prey for seducers. What is the next step? Opening the bags of each creature? And after? Going through the clothes? And after?
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