He wouldn't stop...

Island-Life has added a photo to the pool:

I have no idea what he was doing. He stood at the edge of the street watching passing vehicles trying to get a few to stop by rasing his left hand out in the air as if trying to call a taxi. What the bag he was holding is for I don't know. I was across the street watching, taking photos and he just kept staring at me with these sad, defeated eyes. I wanted to walk over to him and introduce myself and who him his image on the LCD of my DSLR.

He kept staring at me like he was begging for something - food, money? I don't know. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't walk across the street to ask him. Only a few feet separated us, but it may as well have been a thousand miles. That's how far apart our two worlds were. So close, yet so far away. An imaginary line; on one side dirt poor poverty, hunger, malnutrition, mean and angry adults; and on the other, so much food pounds of it literally go to garbage cans daily, money is abundant and there is a general sense of security and stability.

Perhaps the boy was aware of both worlds existing, and perhaps that imaginary line separating him and I was so blatantly obvious to him he was scared to attempt a crossing. Perhaps he was lost in thought, pondering why he was on the side that hurts most...

The system is broken! We are going about this all wrong.