Guess what? This blue basin and the plastic bottles inside were my trashes. I threw them in the trash bin. Oooh, I was astonished when I saw them on the streets few minutes later. No, it was more sadness than astonishment. How come? I threw them away! I even tried hard to hold my breath cuz the surroundings stank that much.
It’s not like it was the first time for me I’ve seen poor people picking up trashes but , this time, they took what I have thrown away. Should have I just put them on the side? should have I waited around and offered them to anyone who wanted? … Now, I think twice before putting things in my trash can. I mainly separate rest of foods… It may help. Gosh, all of this is too sad for me. I wish I could be standing there every day sharing foods to all those poor people, gving them clothes, blankets, more… I wish I could find them rooms to sleep at night.
I wish I could find job so they can survive by themselves. See, the man on the pic is not old at all, why doesn’t he work? Did he? and then losed it? or didn’t he want? cuz of lazyness? a lot of foolish questions I wanted to ask the man if my husband didn’t forbid me. He was too afraid that the area was not safe at all and people might rob my camera. I even had to be discreet on the other side of the streets to take the pics. I just wanted to know, I wanted to understand.
Mann, there are even kids. Kids! Kids who should go to school. Kids who should play anywhere else but in trashes.