Social paucity normally goes hand in hand with the lack of decent housing. One could say that poverty is quasi synonymous of lack on minimum of habitability, and this has accompanied man at least since the first settlements in the form of organized populations and with a city character, as small as they were. For a poor tenant any utensil is always appropriate if it's for making a habitat where to refuge, so he takes hold of junk, waste, will and ingenuity, but above all he takes hold of hope.

It is said that hope is the last thing that dies, no wonder it refuses so hard to die. That is why Martin Luther King resisted seeing his own people systematically humiliated, and Nelson Mandela not surrendering to the clouds that besieging him at his time. And particularly, the hope of Oscar Romero seeing the day in which Salvadorans oppressors and oppressed hugging each other as brothers. Some say that it is required to have been made with a special clay to endure up to so much. But that’s what Hope has: that to him who exercises it, he will strengthen certain invisible muscles that never imagined he ever had, and his constant practice leads him to unsuspected heights. There is a story about Gandhi by saying once , answering how he had been able to succeed with his social movement, that if he had been aware in the beginning about everything he would have to go through he would have been unable to take his first step.

To endure takes a learning, and there is necessary to put into everyday practice both strength as tolerance in any field. At the end, hope translates into sincere smiles despite everything. Have you ever noticed how much more pleasant are the smiles of the poor than those of the rich? Dignified life requires certain minimums, one of which is the habitat under appropriate conditions. Generally, when one still does not have a place what he certainly has is the permanent hope to count on it, and one of the demonstrations provided by hope is that trustful and illuminated smile for a better future.