Somewhere on the North outskirts of Paris, at Porte de la Chapelle, stuck between motorways and condominiums, and only 6 kms away from Notre Dame, is one of the most dramatic place in the city. An urban jungle, where migrants who fail to "integrate" end up. Living unsanitary among rubbish and excrement, they only have as resources begging, dealing, or stealing, and they only can dream with crack, alcohol, or memories. I feel so ashamed to live in the vicinity of such a place in which human beings are turned into hopeless ghosts... when money flows for rebuilding Notre Dame. Only a small percentage of this money could help these people to find dignity again and a reason for hope.