Digital Friday: Packed Like Sardines

Here's a sketch of the bedroom that we lived in. My dad and uncle operated a car repair garage in Wan Chai, Hong Kong in the 60s and 70s. The sleeping conditions must have been horrible but I didn't mind it so much when I was little. Not only were the whole family sleeping together on 2 beds with grand mother on her own, we have rats. Lots of rats. A rat even sat on my face while I was asleep one night. And let's not talk about the flying cockroaches...