Out of Nowhere
Bangalore.
It’s five fifty five a.m. The air is already oppressive in its humidity.
The stench of decay inflicts itself upon my western sensibilities. Through my
nostrils it enters and surges in the pit of my stomach. It is a feeling I
haven’t experienced before. I am overcome with this heaving sensation to throw
up. I kneel but dry retching is all I can manage. I stand again, somewhat
dizzy, determined to keep walking. I place a handkerchief over my nose. A
rancid taste fills my mouth.
As I approach the mounts of soil I am confronted with piles and piles of
rubbish. I make out food wrappings, bottles, decomposing carcases. I can see a
computer monitor and consider the person responsible for discarding this model
to update to the newer, faster equivalent.
A cacophony of seagulls hovers, swooping at the scraps of food. The
yellow greying sky ominous above.
A truck arrives and comes to an abrupt stop. Wiry, barefoot children
jump off and scramble in different directions. They keep in small groups
grazing. This is the one industry that is always hiring. They are known as
‘waste pickers’, salvaging recyclables for sale or personal consumption. Their
skinny brown bodies talk of their malnourished, worm infested insides. They
carry the one tool required of them in this industry, a large plastic sack.
They taunt each other and call out when a discovery is made. Prized amongst
these are the raw materials, glass, paper and plastic. These yield a higher
return.
A man appears out of nowhere. His hair greasy and combed back over his
balding head, wearing opaque sun glasses, his pace slowed by his protruding
gut. He is perspiring and screams at the children to stop talking and keep
working. Supervising the rubbish dump, he receives a bonus for allowing large
numbers of children to wade through the labyrinth of waste. He approaches a
young girl; she can’t be older than ten, strokes her hair and leans in to her.
I gawk at him. Lakshmi touches
my elbow, letting me know that he is ready to be interviewed.
A few of the children nearby look over in my direction. They are
smiling.
Published in Right Now: Human Rights in Australia April 2015
Published in Right Now: Human Rights in Australia April 2015
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