She’s waiting? She’s exhausted? She’s given up?
What I’m finding the hardest part of Jakarta life is the towering architecture next to the destitute people. I’ve blogged about this before, but dichotomy is a way of life here. I want to save every one of these people who look like they need help. At the same time, I can’t always tell who needs help.
This lady looked sad. She could be really tired. Maybe exasperated. I don’t know.