I was born on the prairies, where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures. [GERONIMO]
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The demolishing of homes in Kampong Tanah Lapang, Sentul
See the hands. See how they tenderly intertwine.
A boy, Indian Malaysian, was leading an elderly man - so aged his back could not straighten - down the path. The man is a Chinese Malaysian. His legs were full of sores. Together they carried their packed meals.
Slowly. Ever so slowly, they walked.
Readers, don't these pictures say a thousand words?