| Dear reader, – Welcome to the poverty land, where children play with bycicle tyres, empty water bottles, swings made from „who knows what“ strapped to a burnt tree near a cliff (see picture). Where joung mothers aged, mostly, from 15-20 brestfeed their babies on every possible place because they bring them to work, to the fields in the bus, so you have a feeling babies are working too. A place where, if your parents dont die of AIDS, abandon you like an orphan for one of... | (Not translated) | Edit |