Exploring the World’s Largest Slums Jarred Me with 4 Eye-Opening Insights
We’ve no idea how bloody privileged we all are
Pinching my nose against the putrefying odor with one hand, I swatted mosquitoes with the other.
As we walked through Dharavi’s plastic district, emaciated soot-stained faces looked up briefly — before returning to their hammering and coughing.
We leaped out of the way as a bent old man hauling a massive bale of plastic scrap came jogging.
The path was the garbage dump. Recycled plastic heaps were the beds. Toxic fumes were their oxygen. Watery tea was their breakfast — hard Indian bread was their dinner.
How in the world could people survive in such conditions?
1 — We’ve No Idea how Bloody Privileged We Are
Millions dream of a roof over their head, basic food, sanitation, and clean water.
Most Dharavi dwellers live in homes so small they can’t even stretch their legs.
Dust-laden power wires hanging overhead. Mossy stinking lanes with zero lighting. Filthy plump rats diving in and out of the strewn garbage. Sewage water flowing in open streams.
