If the first few days it seemed that the children of Akanksha were the last of the earth, gradually I understood that they are already 'lucky. Surely the fact that they are lucky to have been included in the program of education and that, even if the evening return to the squalor of the slums, the day they are in decent facilities and are followed by people who hold them. They have hope. That 's definitely a testimony that what made the teachers and volunteers Akaknsha work.
But there are other realities'. And there 'a whole hierarchy of despair: even among the poor there' who is who is better and worse. In There are various types of slum shacks, which correspond to a hierarchy of wealth and poverty '. The more 'fortunate have a concrete shack, perhaps with the tin roof, but at least it's' something solid. Then there 'who has the plate in all respects. And there are also various types of sheet metal, most 'new or more' rusty, one-piece or more 'pieces. After the sheet there 'the cloth. Even here, with a hierarchy of sheets: more 'or less impermeable, more' or less off the ground, more 'or less. Beneath the cloth then, there 'who has more' and those who have less, who has the stove for cooking and who's not. There 'are also those who only have roof decks. A man close to my hotel living under a bridge, brought them 'and a couch and' made an outdoor seating area.
And then there 'who sleeps under bridges, but has nothing. Compare these
also Akanksha children are lucky. And "we" then?
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