How I wish I was still in Thermia Palace,you never want to leave, but you know you must.
I went for a walk one late afternoon by the river that runs alongside the hotel and on the other side of the river just over the nearest bridge there is a very exclusive block of flats that wouldn't look out of place in Mayfair,London.There is a large area at the back of the flats, were numerous dustbins for the residents are kept.It is clean and well maintained and I had walked there before.This time, as I turned the corner, I could see a young woman,30 maybe,standing by one of the bins, scouring inside. She lifted her head and looked at me,the look of shame on her face.I continued to walk.And then I understood.A boy, about 10,was standing just behind the bin.I smiled fleetingly,but my heart was heavy. I ran into the hotel, took some euros from the safe and hurried back.They were not there anymore.
How hard life must be for a mother who has to look through bins.
I can never understand how can tourists haggle in poor countries.
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