Paraguay

Holy Shit, Paraguay. I'm on the bus and I've been here all of five minutes and already it's so intense- totally different than Brazil- at least the Brazil that the gringos are allowed to see. This place, the poverty is fully in your face. We just pulled into the bus terminal right across the border and next door is an empty lot with at least a dozen or so families living in various refrigerator-box type dwellings, with millions of filthy little kids running around with huge stomachs and even huger eyes. To top it off, there, perching on the fence that is the border of this lot, is a boy who can't be more than 10, screaming and gesturing wildly at someone visible only to him with one hand, as he clutches and huffs from a plastic bag with his other. His eyes are crazy, rolling back in his head and just looking at him makes me want to cry. Why is the world like this? How can this be real?