Photographer's Note

Water was not scarce that day as rain came pouring down each time I dared escaping a shelter and hit the road by bike.

While at first you get slightly uncomfortable with the damp clothes sticking to your skin; the sucking sound of water in slippery sneakers and the cold that settles in your bones, it all seems to fade with the passing of each village.
You realise that you are lucky to have clothes that can stick to your skin, to have sneakers that can fill up with rainwater and that you house bones, rich in calcium to affront the cold.
The children in these villages do not have such luck.

The village of this young boy must be amongst the poorest. While the children are plentiful, food or clothing are not.
The earth beaten tracks among the stilt huts are paved with not much more than poverty. Some of the children lack the energy to play, to simply be a child.

Under these conditions, a mischievous smile of a young boy works like a summer sun on your skin in spring; it fills you up with warmth.
He was happy to play a game of "football" and managed to convince a few of his friends. As the game progressed, the little bodies warmed up and the faces brightened.

A moment of sheer pleasure, but at the end of the day, the 'pink' of his shirt still symbolises the colour of his "vie en rose".

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Additional Photos by Sabine Schoep (Bien) Gold Star Critiquer/Silver Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 380 W: 47 N: 954] (4745)
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