...is the message I find every time after I've been at CDA II
At this time of year with the alternating dust and mud (can't decide if it wants to be rainy or dry season in Cochabamba) it's a hopeless battle to keep a clean car, both inside and out.
And so I find myself consciously planning to end up at the intersections where street kids often work, hoping for a red light and a window wash. I either pay with crackers (individual package size) and/or a coin, or whichever I can reach faster.
Now, every time I place a coin in a dirty outstretched hand, I can't help but remember this post "what's wrong with your face?" by a friend who works with the kids here in Cochabamba.
This is a very, very sad world.