Yesterday, I visited a popular tourist spot, but I found myself wondering about what lay beneath its surface. Driven by curiosity, I ventured into the less-traveled streets, where few dare to go. It felt like stepping back in time. I came across numerous ruined buildings with antique, broken doors and windows, now occupied by immigrants. They were living in these houses with minimal belongings, hanging their freshly washed clothes out on the streets. (I captured this moment on December 18, 2024)