We helped Victor to move today. Five half full refuse sacks, one chair, one broom. We arrived in the mini bus to move Victor out. He had to move.
(Victor's court case Victor - GBH and living in a soap opera; read more here and here. The story of his impending eviction here.)
He was ready for us with his possessions of life on the pavement. I look past Victor to his flat. I nod towards the door.
"Hey, Victor, is there anything else inside you want to take...?"
"No - this is all I have....nothing else...nothing"
We moved Victor today... it didn't take long ... but I won't forget it.