I went to this place as an ordinary tourist. In an idle curiosity to see a train passing through the narrow residential streets of a huge city. But when I arrived there, my attention was struck not by the train, but by the people living there. Or rather, survivors.
These people ate, drank, sat and even slept on the railroad tracks. Their whole life was subordinated to the train schedule, carefully written on one of the walls of the house. Between the trains, it was necessary to have time to cook, wash the dishes, drag things, do homework, and earn money by selling beer and snacks to bored tourists.
At some point, I forgot about the train and just tried to visualize what it’s like to live like this – from train to train. And I couldn’t.
These shots were taken about a year and a half ago. As I heard, due to the enormous amount of tourists, this place became a dangerous point for rail traffic, and as a result, the Hanoi government banned the trade on this place and limited access for the tourists.
But people still live there. On the rails.
