The Motorbike Diaries: The Children of Rach Gia | Luceo Images

Millions of flies cover the ground.  As I walk they fly up and back down again like an ocean wave.  Every other second they land on me.  I constantly swipe them away until I just give in to the feeling of an insect crawling on my skin.  I look at the people in the dump and I count how many seconds they last until they swat the flies away.  Most do not even care.

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