Lean, with a
complexion tanned by the sun, sunken cheekbones, vacant eyes, with the usual
cough, accompanied by another boy similar to him, every morning he collects the
corpses thrown on the sidewalks of the avenues of a major city in India ,
without any grimace or gesture. He does his job like any garbage collector in
our country.
Sometimes he
talks to his companion, in another he scavenges in the clothes of the dead from
hunger, always chewing the straw that swarms in the air, trying not to hinder
the cows that wander silently in search of the grass they might find in the
streets muddy.