This woman was lying in the gutter amidst dirt and rubble. Cars were racing past at great speed. She was waiting for the traffic to slow down so she could beg for some money from the drivers.
A few metres down the road was a man standing in the middle of the thoroughfare, surrounded by cars that speeded past him from both directions. He was crippled and leaned heavily on a wooden stick.

A passer-by told me that she was very old and that the man in the middle of the road was her son. They could barely walk and were forced to beg on the road for survival. The woman suffered from parkinson's disease and trembled uncontrolled as she held her hand up to the passing cars.