Independent Lens

but anywhere I am, something li kely amazing happens. My name is Jared. - Jared? And this my buddy here, John. Hello. - My name is Dylan. Dylan, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, man. Yeah. - My name is Nanfu. N-A-N-F-U. - That's cool. So you're from Utah you said, originally? Yeah. Yeah. - What part did you say? Just north of Salt Lake City. Oh, did you grow up Mormon? Yeah. For a minute. For a hot minute? - Yeah. For a hot minute. You're welcome to stay the night. Neat. - That's a pullout. She needs a good rest, so--she's earned it. One of the first people to buy here, like 1960-something-- Jared had known us for just a few hours. You guys want a beer? - But he invited us home. It had been days since I slept under a roof. So I've been there. You know, I've been traveling by myself. I've had no place to stay, so I just figured I'd extend a hand, and I like him, you know? You know, he's a funny cat, man. You know, he's young. He's finding himself. It's tough living a life on the street and on the roads. Jared took us to dinner that night. I told myself one day I'd come back and thank him, but I don't even remember wh ere he lived. Am I in the camera? - Yeah.

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A beer, right? - A Budweiser please. Budweiser? - Thank you. -

speaking native language

Oh, okay. Oh, okay. Oh, yeah, yeah. I hadn't told my family that I was living on the street with someone I just met and wasn't involved with. They wouldn't understand why a homeless person would be worth following. The idea that someone would choose to be homeless would be inconceivable to them, but this was a kind of freedom I had never encountered before. Everywhere we went, I was amazed by how many people were interested in this life.