The glass window panes resembled murky water.

Mattresses of checkered blue ticking were hanging out of several windows to air.

Clothes lines stretched from other windows with family washing hanging to dry.

On a third floor line was a baby's diaper, still implanted with filth.

This crowded tenement was bursting at the seams, spilling out poverty and misery through every crevice.
Each of the four walls had, at ground level, a narrow entrance, plastered without a trace of woodwork.