This is is where you find the beautiful sceneries. In the streets where nothing is covered up in lies and deceit. This is where you find the truest souls that dance whether in the rain or the heat of noon. Babies cling to the nipples of their emaciating mothers with hope that they will find milk for their feeble limbs. They believe they would... And here they pick pieces of their dreams from dungs left in the open by men that have more than enough to throwaway.
On their faces you will find the map of their mother's land. They are never lost. They never stray away like birds without shelter. They know where they are and when to return after they have strayed like dogs this time...
More stories coming up shortly.
Stories that are hardly ever told. 😊
