"he shot me down,
Bang Bang
I hit the ground,
Bang Bang
That awful sound,
Bang Bang
my baby shot me down.."

Through the alleys of the old city, some children are intent on buying (????) some snacks in a small shop.

At night, on the streets of this beautiful city even children are busy in the evening, selling candles to float in the river.

Few kids that are enjoy playing and dancing on the fountain in the main square in front of the Royal Palace in Seoul.

The harsh law of the market does not spare anyone.. older and younger. In these countries it is normal to see sellers of all ages. For many is the only way to get by.

Some kids playing diving into the dirty waters of the shipyard of Dhaka.

...of a life in poverty..

Love is not a matter of money or how you live... citing my friend: "We need more love"

After visiting a beautiful temple in Jaipur I decided to walk back to my hostel. It was almost sunset and was starting the preparations for the Holi Festival. I was in a poor part of the city and I found myself walking in front of a tent camp of homeless.. about 200 meters of small tents built, full of families. Honestly I expected shyness and reluctance.. maybe to be "mobbed" for begging money.