a roof

Earlier I had the pleasure of meeting a most delightful couple.
Warm, welcoming smiles. Though it was clear that there was pain and hardship and a struggle to keep the hope alive.
Good, kind, hardworking people.
A delightful couple who, due to circumstances beyond their control, find themselves calling this container home. 
They aren't feeling like they can see the light at the end of this tunnel. Who knows what they've weathered over the course of their lifetimes. But this is not what they'd hoped for after a decades of work. And this shouldn't be what they settle for. 
One could indeed argue that they at least have a roof over their heads. Better off than some. Better off, perhaps, than many.
But here on this island? How on earth can this be?