Nancy is 60 years old. Two big suitcases to carry her belongings, one raised toilet seat for disabled people and four cats it is all she owns. Nancy is homeless and regularly has to look for a new place where to sleep. A modern odyssey without a home to come back to. She is one of the individuals living in the street in spite of having an income. There is no other option. Shelters are filled to capacity and are unavailable in her area. It is difficult to estimate the total number of people who live like Nancy. Her story doesn’t follow the common idea of what homelessness is. She doesn’t drink, she doesn’t use drugs, and she is not mentally ill. She is just poor, too poor to pay a rent. From a middle class family, with a job in the fashion business, she never imagined that one day she would end up homeless. She lost the job and with not enough money to provide an apartment and food for her and her cats, and with the little financial aid and food stamps from the state, she quickly found herself on the street. The street is where her journey and this story starts.