A pedestrian bridge roofless, challenged the fierce sun in the sky Jakarta-covered carbon dioxide. The people crossed the ocean covered with sweat drenched tracks air laden exhaust fumes. Middle-aged man was still sat there, rests pipes iron fence, right in the middle of the bridge. Bow his head wrapped in pandanus hats and body clad in ragged clothes all dirty, throat on the sheet of cardboard used bottled water.
In front of a dented cans, nearly empty from the smallest pieces of metal coins which are still valid. And, under the bridge, with the swift flow of motor vehicles if the intersection not far from the bridge was lighted green. In contrast, traffic flow was abruptly torn crammed like a bunch of sheep who were surprised by the roar of a tiger, when the lights suddenly red
Men's half the age it appears healthy enough to be "closed practice" when the sun began to slip into the West. Would step down by the river to the black notch on the side of the road, get a steel-wheeled carts small size of an ashtray. From the wagon loaded with bundles and bags with a dirty body-colored uniforms, they look for a plastic bottle filled with water either taken from, and then drink it (CONTINUE).
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