In the heart of Lisbon, a small abandoned district, wedged between the Tagus and the railway, passes through two parallel movements.
The end of the lives of a few lonely old people living there and the new luxury buildings growing up overlooking the Tagus.
Old women used to come to a small café in this district and tell me some discreet fragments of their lives.
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