These families survive by salvaging garbage. Every day they risk their lives for scraps, scraps of food that they eat, or scraps of recycle-able material which they sell. The sad thing is they make twice what farmers do in the same country. So here, at least, high risk equates to relatively high reward.
how cursed are we to have food? to have the luxury of non working stomachs? I envy these people their hunger, their gratitude, their community. It is warmer and kinder than anything I see among the supposedly “rich”
It’s a nasty thing, letting the billionaires be right about something. They say we aren’t poor enough, and we scream at them for it, but I see this and I wonder, maybe they are right? Or maybe it’s just my self loathing. Maybe I long to lose my sense of smell, and to go to work every day not knowing if I’ll come back. Look at how strong these people are, how beautiful.
I feel so ugly right now, so useless. Yet I am just like these, I live on the scraps of the rich. It’s all that is fit to eat, and sadly it still “pays” better than productive work.
What a horrible cruel and heartless world, and what amazing people in it. I couldn’t stomach any more than I have….. wealth is a pretty potent poison. Never enough and too much.