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SMALL INVISIBLE CHILDREN LESSONS

's those little things that sometimes, in just a moment are great lessons of life. These are moments that remain in the retina. Anonymous little stories that sometimes go unnoticed for pedestrians. Even for those who are part of the scene, the painting itself urban.

I was doing something so banal as to accompany my young son as he cut his hair. The salon is located approximately one meter above street level. Logically, access is via a small ramp that saves the drop side. The front area of \u200b\u200bthe facility is completely glass so passersby can see customers being subject to shifts Figaro scissors. Naturally those who were inside could also see people who stands on the newsstand or comment in circle, some news or just to say hello.

While I was pleased to see how the boy's hair was irregular transformed into a neat cut. All this after weeks of chasing him all the time and try to find a place where they could "to peel" came the scene that motivates this writing.

A girl walked up the street, forcing hurried pace. Perhaps late for an appointment or job interview. While walking trying to remove or introduce something from your wallet, possibly the Metrobus. At that moment, while my attention was divided between my son's hair and the sight of the girl watched as he dropped a coin bag, causing the logical guess metallic sound, which you know and all was behind glass silent. She turns in his haste, trying to find that currency. However, from my position as the currency appreciation wheel just a few feet back and a girl about seven years stoops and picks it up. At that moment happens all in slow motion: the girl looks at the girl who, in his haste, away disgusted by currency having lost and helpless in stopping to look. Only two or three meters distance to the girl girl. I , positioned in a corner of a triangle imaginarioi I am also the same distance. I anticipate that the girl who knows exactly who owns the money going to hit a jump and give a smile to the girl . But at that moment the mother says something to the girl who in turn looks at the mother. returns his gaze to the girl and definitely away frustrated by the loss and save the money in your pocket. We will never know you heard this girl but surely usurped the few cents that probably will very expensive in his next life lesson. A missed opportunity penalty. A small urban scene. A reflection.

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Imagine a world where an NGO is engaged, allegedly to deal with children. Well, I mean that takes them from one place to another and charge a fee to adoptive parents who do not know if it compensates its internal costs. At the same time, the country from where these children remains tortuous relationships with their host nation. In particular because a national company that is engaged in oil exploration in the area, what a coincidence, from which these children. Paradoxically, exploitation of oil has brought more misery than wealth to the inhabitants of that region. The cause? Uncontrolled immigration and border war for the oil issue. Capping the status of production facilities and transportation of oil has wiped out an important area that once was devoted to meager crops, at least, fed Aboriginal families.

As if all this were not enough to be depressed in a scenario as gray most of the oil revenues are volatilized before being admitted to state coffers. To the extent that The World Bank has tried numerous times to control the situation without an iota of success. Say that this country leads to the first position of international corruption lists.

Moreover, it is a country where malnutrition and disease killed one child every five minutes. A country that's corrupt government has not cared only 103 children but also many thousands more. The other country that steals oil and enter the miserable money in some remote account has not lifted a finger to promote to the thousands of families who prefer to send, give away or sell their young. All of this comes and NGO takes for better or for worse a few children. At that time everyone would have one attack of morality, including the purchaser of oil becomes extremely nervous when he saw threatening dark and sticky business.

turn on the TV and see an African dictator who leads a miserable pilot reproaching his belonging to a gang of pedophiles. The poor man just happens to answer: "No, I'm English." I am amazed at such hypocrisy and misinformation. Turn off the TV and dream of different solutions. In all children are happy and smiling with his big teeth white. In fact it makes me want to charter another plane and take the children as each other and try to wash its dirty image. Surely the children returned to their place of origin. Many will die anonymously and we never will find out because then children will not be news. In fact for many decades succumbed and only knew of his miserable existence. Nothing has changed.

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