I walk through the streets of Bangkok and suddenly it`s there: the very special moment. Surrounded by noise, dirt and stench, a gently slumbering child revealed to me beside the road. It is the child of a street seller. Like a lot of other children, their parents don`t have the possibility to bring their children to preschools. So they have to take them to their work. They sleep, during the day, beside the street. They sleep in different beds and positions. Some sleep in a chair, some in a hammock, some in the arm of the mother, some on an cold box or just on the ground.
The parents absolutely take care about their children. They have little beds, food and drinks and also stuff to play. It seems, that
they escape in their dreams from the hard rush of the daily routine.
they escape in their dreams from the hard rush of the daily routine.
