In the year 1990, among other African immigrants in search of greener pastures, I arrived in Rome. It was the most difficult period of my life as an African because I have nowhere to sleep. I eat at the Caritas but always come back to the Central Train Station in Rome to sleep. After weeks of sleeping at the station, I discovered a place called Pantenella, an abandoned Pasta Factory, to stay ther
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