Daily life in an illegal slum near an active railroad track – trains pass here on a regular basis dangerously close to the people and their shelters.
I spent my teenage years in communist Czechoslovakia, often lamenting on my bad fate, hoping for a better place of birth in my next life. Twenty-five years later, while roaming all the slums of Kolkata, I could not resist and texted my parents to thank them for my fortune. If I had a number to God, I would have sent him a copy too.