Parked in the neighborhood of Miracle Mile, Los Angeles is Eva. Eva, a Hungarian born in 1950, has traveled across the United States eight times in her car, which she now sleeps in at night. It is her home.
Her car is her refuge, but it does not protect her from everything. Eva explained, “I’m not saying it’s a perfect solution, but you feel much more protected if you’re inside and you lock all the doors. It's a little bit warmer in wintertime, when the wind is blowing”.
“Better check your locks a hundred times” Eva confessed. “Once they stole my beautiful bag, my papers, my money, plus my gold St. Christopher coin, all the change, my phone, my car keys, everything you need, my whole life. I was just closing my eyes, waiting for Lawrence, who went to the supermarket… and as I looked up, the purse was gone. They took it. I almost died. All my papers, from social security to my bank card… everything.”
Eva gets ready for her portrait
Honestly, I’ve never seen America like this. For me, America was always a good husband, a good provider. I never suffered like this here.
Eva met Lawrence over two and a half years ago when he was sitting in front of a grocery store, and they have been inseparable since. “Each night whenever he sleeps, I’m with him,” says Eva. She has extended her home to Lawrence even though he prefers to sleep outside.
When it rains, Eva arranges the car for Lawrence to sleep in. “I set it up for him with a fluffy blanket and pillows. He doesn’t have to do anything, he’s an old man now”.
Eva’s care and consideration humbled us; her circumstances should have hardened her yet her love was abundant.
I’m the luckiest person alive.
