Evelin has been explaining to me that the building now known as “La Casita” has been in regular use for at least the last seven years. We have documentation to prove that CPS knew that it was in use, that we have programs here.
You would not be likely to pick Evelin Santos out of a crowd: she’d be in the back, in the shadows of the room, her long curly hair tied out of her eyes, quietly scanning the crowd to make sure everyone’s needs get met.
Ms. Gonzalez has been sleeping at the Whittier Elementary School field house since Thursday night—a cheerily painted location, to be sure, but not an ideal housing situation for the 46-year-old banker and single mother.
Ms. Gonzalez, a reasonable and kind-looking woman, has been sleeping at the Whittier Elementary School field house for the last couple days and—well, I’ll just let her explain. I have been here since Wednesday, 9 o’clock in the morning.
I haven’t been outside of a city in months. OK, one month. It was driving me buggy so I wandered around Pilsen the other day until I found some nature, of a sort. Gravelscape in an abandoned lot, overgrown underpass, dump with skyscraper. Gorgeous.