December 5, 2009
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Walking
i already wrote, and copied and pasted in a page and a half about our trip to visit the kids´ houses. you can´t do something like that and stay the same.
here are pictures.
Iasmine´s home. Her grandmother is on the left.
Marconi hid under the bed when we came. i caught him after he thought we had left (he is my deaf boy). The room is barely big enough for bunk beds and twin bed, that holds at least 10 kids.
Some of Marconi´s siblings
This is Cezar´s grandfather
This is the stairs leading to nowhere. i pass it every time i go to Carpina from Paudalho, and always tell myself i will take a picture of it. because….yeah. and so i did.
This is Andreza´s family. her mom is in the white-sh shirt. the one who is bringing a knife.
This is Karla´s family. and new baby sister. and their mud house. i didn´t get a picture of their pet pigeon.
This is the dump where Karla´s dad works. trash that goes on and on and on. Those tarp covered places are houses. where families live.
jumping in.
Washing clothes in the creek that runs through their “land. and the duck.
picturesque
mud house the size of my living room in the middle of nowhere. sticks connected with barbwire to mark off their area. 8 kids.
