Tonight we had a wonderful time at the house of my friends... Brazilian music, mixed with some steaks and beer/cachaca. Great dancing and singing added on.. I don't want to forget these great moments... ever.
About 3 p.m. I went home and just around the corner on a big avenue I saw something I can't forget. A woman and two boys sleeping on the street. This is not unusual here, but this time two things hit me very deep.
The memories of the party and the bar just 20 meters away full of young talking and laughing - what a fucking contrast! We were happy, the people at the bar were happy, but these 3 people were fighting with life. It had been really hard on them...
The smaller boy was about 7 years old. He had hugged the woman, just like a child hugs his mother... Indeed, she was his mother. I know this because I saw their faces... I saw they loved each other... Sleeping like angels... The other boy was a little older, I guess his brother. So it was a family surviving on the streets of BH... They were very poor, the boy had no shoes... May God be with them...
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Hi Rusi,
ReplyDeleteso than India is nothing for you...I see this pictures on the steet every day and here are hundreds of people who lives on the street...They wash themselfs on the street, they dont have clothes and they sleep every night on the road stones...with hundreds...
So the life could be very hard...
But my time in India is the best of my life.I dont want to miss it and I am scared about the come back...
Take care and enjoy your time...
Hugs. Petya