No Mans Land



Somewhere in the outskirts of a city. A street between nowhere and a motorway access. Storehouses, trucks, powerplant can be seen.

On one side of the street, like a chain, there are many caravans parked. Old ones, newer ones, some are painted, many have women names written on it. Living and working place of women, mostly from Eastern Europe, who offer themselve here in the caravans.