Rich City....Poor People....

Have you ever imagined living in a house next door that is only limited by a sheet of plywood with your neighbors ..... all your life there's nothing personal ... nothing can be heard and smelled from home or your bedroom ... nothing is secret .... all conversations in your home or your neighbor can be sounded with clear .... unless you speak with a whisper .... Even when you want to sing with music rang out loud .... ......... oh do not do that because your neighbors are very disturbed by it and vice versa ..... especially if you are dancing with jumping .... tremors side to the house .....
Your neighbors cook anything ..... its smell wafted from your home, they bathe and even defecate too you know .... especially when they fight ... ... ... ... .... oh God ... ... ... .. noisy solve the ears ....
Home situation like that there are tens or even hundreds in my town ..... imagine if a fire ............. must be very scary ......

Within one year there are tens of times there is a fire in my own town ... this is a scary thing for me .... I can not sleep in peace every night ... for fear of it (the fire) happened in my neighborhood ....

Maybe you never feel what I feel .... sleep in a room that only a limited piece of plywood with your neighbors happen to my neighbor .................. this is cake merchants. ... whose work is done at night or early morning ... and her stove used for cooking is right next to my bed ..... hot stoves and cooking was clearly ....

One day ... he forgot to turn off the stove and fell asleep next to her cooking ..... I am a sensitive nose to smell the charred dishes .... I then got up and pounded on the walls of the house to wake him up ..... I was very frightened when in case of fire ..... and then I asked him what there is scorched, my neighbor said there was no nothing ....... next day ... I went to rumanya to see what happened last night. ... I saw a charred pot with a blackened food ..... but he did not confess .... as if nothing happened last night ..... this happened many times.

There are dozens of merchants around the cake in my neighborhood ... they work to make food at night and sold it the next morning with a wagon or on sale in front of the house ...........
They live in a ward or a slum housing .... In the narrow alleys .... So that cars could not go ... .. a stagnant ditch, mosquito larvae can live in peace, trash in the waste at will, and the mice can play happily, even that burn waste without sin. No matter neighbors shortness of breath ....

They consist of indigenous people and others are migrants from other cities and even from outside the province who gambled the fate in my town .... Do not all have our own house ... .. there are renting a meeting hall in the house, had no toilet ...... . (Although there but used together for one ward), have no clean water, no electricity .... (Electricity and water flowed in parallel to one ward, one ward comprising 3-5 home, in the occupied one family or more, each have children 2-3 people). So just imagine if there is a fire .....

Among them is working as a longshoreman, a builder, mobile vendors, even scavengers. Low education (elementary and junior high schools, there is also through high school and some have not graduated from elementary school), their income is not great .... it is enough to pay the rent, mortgage and living expenses motorcycle to eat everyday ....

Dozens of times a fire that occurred throughout the year in my city of which caused a burst stove, candles (when power fails) or short circuit. Indeed electricity network in my town are old and badly ........... ........ And the fire continues to happen every year .... as if it had been so difficult in disaster cease-and-a threat that inadvertence residents wait ...............
Why .................
Though my town is the provincial capital ..............
The town is rich with the results of its mine ....................
but it has proved unable to make its people free from poverty ... ... ... ..