Walking through a strange city, in a strange country, watching people trying to get through life in one way or another. Here a woman at her stand with a small gas cooker on which she roasts peanuts.
Others, in their 1.5 x 2 meter shacks stuffed with things specializing in special services.
One repairs and sells used blenders and fans, his shack overflowing with spare parts, in the middle a small work table where he receives his customers while repairing something.
On the sidewalk, a few women sit in search of shelter from the sun under umbrellas, in front of them bananas presented on cloths, offered for sale.
Across the street, a man sits on the floor on his blanket, surrounded by a few tools and a small anvil. He offers shoe repairs.
Thinking of my own live back home it feels like being on another planet.