Photographer's Note

Nothing in this picture proves my statement that it is a very cold day when I bike through this girl's village. Although it is. There is a cold chill in the air and the sky opens up to pour its heavy rains on us at regular times. Dressed in a few layers of clothes, soaked to the bone and biking my heart out to get warm, I praise myself lucky.

The life conditions in this village are of the poorest kind. Some children are dressed in torn little trousers only and others wear an out of size t-shirt. As if the available clothes have to be divided and shared by as many children as possible. I don't see a single child wearing any sort of footwear as I walk through the earth beaten paths, my sneakers embarrassingly comfortable on my feet.

The village doesn't have a school and the difficultly accessible track to here just simply stops there and then, as if there is nothing beyond.

The girls sucks the plastic bag, holds and plays with it as if it were here most precious toy. Probably it also is.

When I am lying in bed that night, my windows without glass cruelly invite the cold air and make me shiver in bed. A big storm breaks out in the night and the thunder and lightening have no mercy. Rain starts pouring down. I think about the girl in the village and sadness hangs over me like the dark clouds that are covering the sky.

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