Mumbai appearance change from day to night. Just the colonial Mumbai, do not say that of the slum, where at night and 'better not to enter.
There are areas that appear to be quiet during the day, not too poor. But brush up at night, everything changes.
Sidewalks are special. By day there are street vendors, "stalls" that sell all kinds of food, busy people walking fast to catch the train. At night, all these things disappear and sidewalks become the dormitories. Especially those covered, under porches, under elevated roads, under bridges: in times of monsoon and 'better to be covered.
There are hundreds of people lying side by side, sleeping directly on the asphalt, or on a few sheets of newspaper. Some of the rags on which they rest. Mothers hug the children, some toddlers, a few months. Many sleep embraced, yet there is no 'need to warm up, you die by the heat at night. These people then disappear during the day. Many DO NOT OWN nothing more 'than a bundle with four rags inside. Do not even have a sheet metal shack in the slum.
I know that we are people sleeping on the street. But what is striking here, and 'the amount': integer There is a sidewalk, a row of which no end in sight.
some sleep between the parked cars. I have seen huge rats somewhere between the sleepers. And there is' full of dogs. Mangy dogs, skinny, cencioci. Even the dogs lie down and sleep on them like men ', beside them, looking for companionship. It seems that it is so ': they are the dogs lie down like men and not vice versa, in this reverse order of humanity' abandoned.
On the other hand, until recently, the dogs could go into the Hindu temples' and no untouchables.
I saw a boy who was sleeping on the sidewalk that goes from the station to my hotel. Besides a mother embracing a child, two children were sleeping in pairs. A father hugged a kid. He, perhaps having no other, hugging a dog.
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