Many years ago I lived in a place where this kind of sight was presented to us every day. I never got used to it, nor to the feeling of guilt, helplessness and hopelessness that such sights gave me daily, because I felt that I could do nothing that would lastingly improve the conditions that produced them. Now I am back in the complacent West, it's too easy to forget that it all goes on there, just the same... No answers, only despair...
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Many years ago I lived in a place where this kind of sight was presented to us every day. I never got used to it, nor to the feeling of guilt, helplessness and hopelessness that such sights gave me daily, because I felt that I could do nothing that would lastingly improve the conditions that produced them. Now I am back in the complacent West, it's too easy to forget that it all goes on there, just the same... No answers, only despair...