.. . men are solid little car. Quite high and rather wobbly. The men are usually the very poor here in Calcutta. Most have nothing to sleep at night under their driving appliances ... many have family in the slums, or schciken about what they have to the families who live in the country. Actually, they do not deserve that bad with their work must, but most of the Rickshaw Owners submit that control the business. Emaciated, all muscle and tendon existing men. Most do not even have sandals, but are barefoot. On the increasingly dirty, uneven streets of the city. Often you do not believe that the arid little man at all have the strength to pull their load. And even more I heard that they make it not overturn the vehicle, including passenger.
Today we were traveling in small groups to give this little man-rickshaws vouchers which they can then tomorrow morning at 9 clock at the MC sisters in exchange for a Christmas gift. I was with two Japanese women move that hardly spoke English, but were lovely. As soon as we arrived at our site at New Market and had the first rickshaw man pressured his ticket in hand, the news spread like wild fire ... we were gefuehert brother to cousin ... all with great gratitude eyes. I had a list. Each rickshaw has a registration number that I have mentioned in the list ... so that everyone can come only once for a gift. Some are already familiar from past years, some not. There are about 4000 runners-rickshaw in Calcutta and I have heard that it is the only city in the world where they still exist. The sisters have given only 500 gifts. Those who know it try several times to get it. They can do it all, but the attempt what is there to distribute it fairly good. They have urged us to, we gefuehert to the next, the bows and thanks ... one thought he was a Muslim if he could, too. Sure. Since no differences are made. Morning at 9 clock they come all to Mother Theresa's home ... and I will go there, to hand out with and am curious if I recognize a few faces again.
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