The VSP (la voix des sans papier / the Voice of the Undocumented People) were roughly expelled from their dwelling place in 2014,  Since then, their life's rythm is shaped by their non stop moving out and moving in from one occupation to another one.

 

Although exhausted by those neverending displacements, they keep on trying to find the right place, just like a boxer on the ring who won't quit as long as he's not KO

 

Still they keep on smiling, motivated by the mad hope of being recognized as who they are : human beings.