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Dharavi - other than the slums of all the practices

W niedzielę wraz z Zuzaną i Aną zawitałyśmy w Dharavi, największym slumsie nie tylko w Indiach, ale całej Azji. Znajduje się on tu , mniej więcej w trójkącie Bandra-Matunga-Sion. Nie odważyłyśmy się na samotną wyprawę, chociaż ponoć nie jest tam bardzo niebezpiecznie, ale skorzystałyśmy z usług firmy organizującej wycieczki po okolicy. Po sobotniej imprezie dziewczyny miały co prawda problem z podniesieniem się z łóżek (ja czekałam na nie chyba ze 20 minut, gotowa do wyjścia), więc spóźniłyśmy się nieco, ale przewodnik czekał on us, and no whining at once began to tours.

Dharavi covers 1.7 km 2 surface on which the lives of approximately one million people. If anyone knows how to imagine, then congratulations:)

admit that going there was an interesting experience, and everyone who rocked up in disgust at the thought of slums and fears of great danger, narokotyków, murderers, etc., but I recommend to go there. Dharavi is not a typical slum, people who have settled tam do bodajże 2000 r., otrzymali zgodę na pozostanie tam i status rezydentów oraz wielu z nich całkiem porządnie ułożyło sobie życie. Interesy kwitną, i to nie te nielegalne. Przewodnik zabrał nas do kilku małych przedsiębiorstw: sortowania, kruszenia i przetapiania plastiku, czyszczenia metalowych puszek (np. takich po farbie), lepienia garnków... Nikt na nas krzywo nie patrzył, każdy kontynuował swoją robotę, przyzwyczajony do częstych wizyt obcokrajowców. Mają z tego pieniądze, więc nie marudzą, że ktoś im się na ręce gapi.

Kilkakrotnie musiałyśmy squeeze through the narrow maze of streets, whose width does not exceed 1.5 meters, and in the occupied part of the gutter, where a swift flowing stream of dirty water. We were also able to climb the pile of junk and enjoy the panoramic view:) After this visit, I felt dirty, more than usual, because a few things wiped, and I sometimes japonkach chlupotało some mud, but it was not quite as awful as it looks the train. People did not differ from any other Indians, moreover, many of whom work outside the slum.

apartment in a location not admire a high standard, although the price is attractive;) 60-100 zł for rent ... With that in return you get a room and separated from the mini-bathroom, but no toilet, only to sink. No kitchen, no beds. The five family sleeps on the floor in place, which is probably 1 / 3 the size of my room in Bydgoszcz.

Well, if you earn 250 zł per month, unfortunately, no way ...

in 2006 were due an average of one toilet per 1,440 inhabitants. No wonder they need to be very careful where to put the interest:)

could not take pictures out of respect for the people living in Dharavi, but I should soon get an email a few photos from the tour organizers and I will try to post them here so that you can imagine what it looks like life in the Indian slums.

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crazy.

today, probably the toughest day.
how sick off half of ragamu to go.
I like can not arrest you, control you crawl out of the emotions that continue to stand out of control.
I cried again and again .... hope there will be one word that can understand your intellect.

if same as killing my body let you own, you know? That's when I'll die.

but not going well you can understand.

no words that can arrest you. curb your anger and make you tesadar. sat down to think clearly or speak from heart to heart.

you know?

how much I still hold hope you can make the best
although it did not also be fine.
you know? how I manipulated This feeling of love .... but you do not also never understand.

no shoulder when I cry like this.
no smile when injuries like this.

you also will never know, how hard my, this akukan.
remove you, like killing yourself ...

you tetep be the most crazy thing for me zak.
madih and tetep going to be the most insane.

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Last day at work, just Monday, Tuesday i. .. Finally! I do not even I have too much podsumowywć, because, well, something like the time I did, but a matter of fact I could probably throw it in one month and the same result would be. Last month it already in all the preparation for departure, namely the lack of any new tasks;)

regained deposit for an apartment, not small, because Rs 20,000., Which is currently 1240 zł, so it's no longer here I hold. It is a pity that due to complications with the exchange of people and quite a large quarrel suddenly everyone lost interest in a trip to Kerala: (oh well, I have 1.5 weeks left, so anything at this time I find myself to do, and then home!

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negative one by one the hardest part


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this time, again I sat in the hallway kelas.dengan classic activities that
I almost never feel bored even if monotonous. turn on the pad, and start blogging again
. package with discordant voices sound backsound ahel and wildan,
sings seize the day from avenged sevenfold. just come
bee approached, with a trail along the zipper on his face plus a reddened eyes
sayunya. He slept again this time ..... I muttered to myself after seeing the face tattered
. a second later, like the illusion read
mind, he said 'I'm sleepy ni ... sleep a while yes' he said wearily.
second also, I think to be an expert telepathy. I just smile and let it pass
. I struggled again in this tablet.
meliha corridor towards the teacher who started dirty. due to dry season winds that sweep the Cold
squeezed dry leaves in each plot floor corridor. I was pretty tense today
, given promptly at hours 12 through 15 later, which turned out
live 5 minutes from now, the math teacher came.
I hope not to see her footsteps typical notebook carrying bag along with the board
eltroniknya whatever name distinguished it. I hate,
bahkn not just me. when he came into the classroom over to students who become
secretary, asking for a plastic box which contains a roll of paper that carries
our lives in it. you know? Our lives are really in it. Our
increasingly vibrate when he held up a paper which showed a number
absent from the entire class of students who have the room to get the worst
grace, working on a problem that looked horrible beyond
thriller movie, looks more frightening than horror films, more pathetic than
bollywood movies and more Animashaun certainly more than soap operas Indonesia (sorry).
goosebumps, ducked, grumbling when collection can not answer password
listed on the whiteboard. Which finally back seat to bangku berbekal
cemoohan sang guru horor. atau menghela nafas amaaaat panjang bagi si murid
yang bisa mengerejakan soal sepaket dengan mengisi penuh sebuah ember dengan
peluh. mengerikan. Dalam dua jam pelajaran saja, kalori terbakar habis. gizi
hasil pencernaan makan siang di jam pertama pun tak lagi terasa. habis
sudah. dan kali ini, bagai dejavu disiang bolong. langkah kakinya terasa
mulai mendekat ke arah kelasku. seperti ada radar aktif yang terpasang di
fikiran. akhirnya, ahel dan wildan pun menghentikan suara sumbangnya.
sejenak kurasakan kedamaian yang luar biasa. 'pak oca!' ia berteriak,
berseru seperti para tentara yang memerintahkan pasukannya untuk tiarap
ketika granat sebesar buah nanas berjarak 10cm dengan bulu mata. erotis
memang. kami bertigapun berlari kocar kacir ke kelas. tak peduli anak
ataupun sanak saudara. yang kami fikirkan hanya nyawa satu satunya yang
paling berharga. sesuai skenario yang semula sudah saya paparkan dengan
bermodal keberanian, pak oca datang menghampiriku yang merupakan sekretaris.
meminta sekotak plastik undian. dan mengambil satu kertas berisi nomor absen
'no 34!' teriaknya dengan sumbang. hati pun akhirnya bisa berdegup lagi
secara normal sentausa. namun ada yang berbeda, yang buat jantung berdetak
bagai irama music senam TKJ. pak oca mengambil undian lagi dan lagi. hingga
berujung pada sebuah pertanyaan soal is more like a morse code
the board wrote. The first participant should complete the questions that will determine
we go to heaven or hell it is GODDESS NURFAJRIN. weak girls pitch a sweet
extraordinary. he vibrates vibrating apa2 sign could not answer.
finally, Sir Oca sent one name, IJONK. as a super hero who would help
goddess of all suffering. but also did not reveal progress.
later, Sir Oca again sent one name to evacuate
two girls who are no longer powerless. KEUKEU. but what can I say, the victim fell and more
quite reliable team of volunteers were sent pack
Oca to save the victims. FANY. er turns out it turns out, fany did not control the maestro
a matter which is judged a chronic problem.
next, Mr. Oca send sodari aka Hetty
AHEL a big man to become a SAR team to search for answers to questions that
intoxicating it. but unfortunately, the five heroes can not be
tugasnya.terutuslah launched, the last warrior. girl missing numbered 05,
CHOERUNNISA ADZWAFAR MUWARDY. aka the owner of this crazy niiiih blogs ....
finally, because the brain I'm still the same one children's production, on
refugees so we can not answer the problem. plus it makes the most refugees
hell because men already creeps ahead .... imagine his horror? finally, we sat
deh ... Sir Oca've given up human hoarding in front of the class.
fitting we sit down, Mr. Oca was really disappointed look pairs. I still laugh
ajah ... anymore because I see fit, it turns out I've been with my children
tuh filmed in front of children for nyari ANSWER FROM: -1 PER 1!! DEFINITELY YES LAH .... ANSWER
-1! OON! Direct deh I feel really stupid n idiot ..... : D