Timothy Hadwen sits at the amphitheatre in Crescent Park, a place where he often slept. Lisa Goudy/Times-Herald |
Timothy Hadwen is crouched down with only a backpack in the corner of the amphitheater in Crescent Park.
Even though
he’s dressed in at least three layers and a toque, the wind still slaps his
body, leaving it with a chill that would last for hours. In his backpack, he
has the basic essentials – a few clothes, books, his ID, a bottle of water,
usually a book.
The
temperature reached +3 Celsius, but the wind gusted up to 46 kilometres per hour.
“It’s not
cold,” he says. “The wind is kind of chilly.”
Hadwen glances
around the park. “This used to be my home,” he says. “For a month, this was my
home.”
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