I statue with teachers Patcharee and Witthaya.
Classes are over.
Students and teachers stream out of the building and eagerly head for home. But not Patcharee Hongpanich. Her job is not over yet. In her hands are plastic bags full of small towels, powder, shampoo and new pairs of sneakers. She squeezes onto the packed Number 4 bus and starts the slow journey across town through the dead-locked afternoon traffic to where a group of youngsters are waiting anxiously for her to bring them food and friendship.