The Red River - which waters rise and fall with the rains. It snakes through Hanoi - the city towards the west and north. The Red River is nearby a few blocks from the modern heart of the city. On one bank is a slum, where people live below the official poverty line of under US$1 a day. Here drugs, crime and prostitution flourish. Some men, with families to feed, scrape a living as pedicab drivers. But there is frenzied activity in its alleys. Women are busy cutting bamboo sticks for sale, minding small stalls of fruit, and gutting fish from plastic buckets on the ground. Men hurry along carrying scrap metal to sell, or to repair the flimsy shacks they live in. The river stinks, with a sickly smell of human waste and rotting vegetation. Inside the huts old men and women sit or lie still on narrow bunks. The river water often breaks its banks and floods this area, especially during the summer rainy season, leaving a layer of mud that breeds disease. And here you can see how do they live, the photo is taken inside a slum in Hanoi. We are still happy with our life, aren't we?
Simply fanstatic and heartbreaking story and picture!! You're a master !
A hard picture to realise, first when they allow you to be a witness of their poverty(your presence), dificult for you to see it and so to picture it, and finally technically, to realise a good composition and exposition in those conditions.
Great moment of life. Thank you so much. Rui Filipe
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