Interesting. This picture brings back strong memories of a street I lived on in Guatemala, although the buildings on our street, though more modest, were kept in better shape, and the children playing on the street were boys -- not girls (and they weren't wearing skirts). If a gringo walked down the street they boys would call out, "Hoot my, my low," or "Shmeery shmeery shmy," their attempts to immitate English. "Hoot my, my low," by the way, means, "Good bye, my love." I remember one time when our tutor picked up a particularly adorable boy calling this out as she walked by and planted a big kiss on his cheek. -- Victor
Thanks so much, Bob. There are half a hundred stories in this picture. I am happy that at least two people looked into the image and saw...Life. Best Wishes, Traveller
I don't have to think it's on topic, and I don't have to care. As far as the image goes, it stands on it's own to tell a story and evoke emotion. The saturated tones and the happy children playing, tell us that even in terrible conditions, the light of the children shine. It's an image of hope and future. Well done! ~ Lonnit
