Esbeida has 16 years and a baby hanging him in his arms. He tells me his life for a report that I am doing for the world of street children in DF. It tells it with total naturalness. Account, I will summarize, that was orphan with seven years; it was passed from hand to hand of his relatives; those same relatives enslaved her and tried to prostitute; suffered beatings and hunger; ran away from his last house, third, from an aunt; started living on a bridge under a plastic tarp with other children; He was drugged; He got a couple's protection on the bridge; She was pregnant and she is a mother with 16 years.
How do you live? And Esbeida told me that her voice was dried when she was going to ask for money from the streets because she was very shame to ask and that then she was her boyfriend who charoleaba and now that now, After having your daughter, The three go, The dad of 24 years, The mother of 16 And the two -month -old baby singing for the subway and asking for money. And then specify that they have a repertoire of three songs, two of rock and a romantic, But they can't sing more than three or four hours because they run out of voice. And that her partner sometimes works as a gardener and that she finally wants to go to school that denied her.
They can't sing more than three or four hours because they run out of voice
And then, When you have finished telling what your life is like it clarifies me, so that there are no confusion, that she does not face like other children. And it turns out that Faquirar is going to the subway, Break some crystals and lie on how the faquires do to ask for money. And it turns out, top, He had some luck because a friend of his from the bridge of 17 years, seven -month pregnant, He can no longer sing or faquir because one night he was very drugged, he got into the street and a car passed it over, He left her dead and fled.
Esbeida works singing at the subway. Like other children they do it cleaning crystals in traffic lights and others are dedicated to loading bags in supermarkets. In the DF, eg, That is a job that many people do. In Superama they are very young boys who do it and in the City Market are older lords, Already retired, They are dedicated to putting your two cookie bags in a plastic bag. His only salary is the will of customers.
In the years I lived in Africa I would say that one of the most common works I observed was the car watchman. It was a mass of unqualified workers surrounding shopping centers, Fashion restaurants and bars areas to offer their advice services in placing cars on public roads.
Offer your advisory services in placing cars on public roads
Another of the very common works in DF is that of street musicians. There are two types, Those who touch their own instruments and, especially in the center, Those who sound an organ. In the second group there is a curious example that is that of an organillero that is placed at the exit of a parking lot of a hypermarket called Liverpool. He plays without time or possibility of listening to the melody and a partner of his spends a cap.
All these examples are unskilled workers whose only option to subsist is for people to give them money for their work. Because if one is esbeida, I set as an example, almost certainly I would work by singing for the subway, Unfortunately from the human being, o Cleaning crystals at traffic lights. None of the works I have mentioned before does a productive work in an economic sense. I can put the cookies in the bag, I have not asked to listen to a song that may not even like and I do not need advice to park on the street.
But then what do we do with as many millions of people like that? They are born convicted. We want them not to bother us, Do not clean our crystals, Do not require us to give them money for putting food in bags, that do not put us in the brete to contemplate their misery and hunger. We ask them to lock themselves in their neighborhoods, In their countries and die in silence, Without disturbing the world of that minority that we are and without asking us either to share something of our leftovers, A few pesos or euros, With their stupid unskilled works.
People don't like to die in silence, Although they are illiterate and poor
Maybe they don't do it for them, But maybe I can offer you a thought to do it for yourself. People don't like to die in silence, Although they are illiterate and poor. And then, some, very few luck and justice, They decide that they better take a gun or a knife and dedicate themselves to doing something they have learned to do and it gives them an immediate benefit: steal, matar, extortion ... option fucked for everyone and that we all attack strongly because violence does not justify it or hunger. Strongly agree. But to tolerable hunger and tax is not also violent?
We cannot demand that they die in silence, Without bothering us. They do not ask, They work, In what they can or know and deserve a salary. He taught me that.
