Prepairing for Bolivia again, I'm looking at some pictures from last year. While CCR many years back, in the song "Looking out my back door", was describing the relaxation found in locking the front door and looking out the back door at a fantasy world, this young lady is looking out her back door at a most real world.Her room, which she probably shares with her sister, is a plastic rag hanging outside the wall, making a shelter for a bed and some stuff. Her mother, sister and three brothers were outside talking to us when she showed up in the "door".
They all lived in the house that beside this room, only contained one room and one bed. The kitchen was an open air kitchen, and the floor was the same inside as outside; genuine soil. I just wonder what the rain time is like with them. This is how thousands of bolivians live, and I'm glad I could visit a few of them, to see and become aware what the back door of this world is hiding.
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