Eastside House was a two-storey tenement in the Deptford. Its windows were smashed, its bricks were cracked and crumbling. The planks of wood across its upper floor were rotting and mouldy. Across the roof, tiles slipped away but were never replaced. Its entrance, a dark, unwelcoming double door, was held up by two thick wooden beams. Inside, the seven rooms housed sixteen souls, each with their own story to tell. Some were London born and bred, others came from Devon, Kent, Norfolk or further. Each was seeking a better life, but had to begin in this grimy, run-down hostel.