They are discreet, silent, resigned.
We see them appear on the sidewalks at the end of the day in the corners a little sheltered.
They quietly preparing their beds with bunk cardboard layers as a mattress. No I could not cross was begging. They are all the more touching by their resignation and the lack of attention that their wear. Passers seem not divert their eyes or stop to give them help or give them a room. As elsewhere, too often, they survive from reality and society.
It is surprising that a rich and prosperous city, which has everything for that urban mechanical works perfectly more than anywhere else, forgot the miserable leaving them stranded on the beach of bitumen that are sidewalks of Tokyo.