Transit Camp - part 3

A big street, fruitstables on the side, lots of people working and passing by. Children heading to school or playing games on the street. "hello, what's your name?" Two storey high buildings, sometimes three, always with ladders to reach the first floor. Houses form blocks, cutted by little streets that are no streets. Dark narrow streets at the back door of the houses create private atmosphere for washing and ventilation, although everybodies front door is always open. Narrow light streets with people, especially women, sitting in front of their houses paying attention to their children or are working because there is not enough space inside. Yet enough space for people to pass and continue their journey. And colours everywhere. From higher floors, you can hear the roaring buzzing sound of sewing machines. Several propellers try to ventilate young men, working with their upmost attention to create sublime embroidery while sitting on their knees all day long. Working, washing, sleeping , eating; everything happens on the same space. Outside lies an unknown world. Back on the main dominant street, where shops forming borders to the inner housing block structure. Especially groceries and garment stores struggle because of the competition; but they compete without a campaign. On the corners of the blocks, little buildings serve to get rid of little and big messages; sometimes even for free! Orange signs with an exclamation inform about the schedule of the garbage service that only takes away but doesn't clean according to the petrifying smell, leaving unmistakable stains. Turn right, into another bright little street. Cane decorates the sides of the street; they seem to welcome strangers with their bowing and bending bodies. Woman sitting on the ground, weaving baskets and brooms to be sold somewhere outside Transit Camp by sons and husbands, surrounded by their little (grand)children.With a smile they make within half an hour a basket for you, meanwhile talking about everything that comes up. Then for a change take left, back to one of the main streets for a spicy samosa or sweet biscuits. Suddenly incense reaches your nose. Over there; a covered part of a street has been changed in a beautifull altar that illuminates the whole street, but still IS a street. Again in between main streets and houses, shadow brings relief and silence. Walking inside the piece, till eventually you will end up in a broader busy street again. in out in out....