Shaking my head to the outstretched hands of a little girl, my heart and mind soured.
How can you refuse a little child? How can you bear to be human as you watch dirty little legs as they disappointedly walk away? Little boys, little girls, little babies lie on the side of roads, as fast, furious and shiny new cars speed by. The chocking fumes and deafening noise is their playground. Small plastic cups clinking with coins is their only toy. On Jalan Sudirman, the heart of Jakarta's central business district, the walkways, pavements and traffic islands crawl with creatures a different Jakarta.
In Indonesia, survival is an everyday struggle.