Rejected, blacklisted, and surveilled: what my second night homeless looked like.

Almost exactly a year ago — May 23, 2025 — I spent my second night homeless in a leaking car with my dog. The day before, I'd asked the building manager of the apartment I'd just been evicted from for a short-term agreement. Four weeks. Just enough time to find work, keep my dog safe, and avoid losing everything.

They said no. They added my name to a tenant blacklist. The company: NGFarah.

In that unit, I'd been surveilled. My communication monitored. Five fake pest inspections in one year — I was the pest. Repairs were promised but never done. And after evicting me, they made sure I couldn't even ask for a brief reprieve.

That night, everything inside the car got soaked — bags, blankets, clothes, my pet. I tried to cover the sunroof with garbage bags, but water still found its way in. A police car parked nearby and stayed for two hours. No words, no questions — just presence. A reminder that even houseless and cold, I was still being watched.

The next day, a shelter offered five nights of warmth. Showers. A dry place to sleep with my dog. It wasn't permanent, but it was enough to keep my mind intact.

Now, nearly a full year later, I'm sharing this not for pity — but as a record. This is what survival looked like. And I'm still here.

Full story from that night: https://medium.com/@cyrille.jeufo/the-second-night-cold-wet-and-still-clear-314a766c53e6