There are wide gutters on each side of the road, and intervals of garbage dumpsters left with heaping mounds of garbage surrounding them. Pigs rival with humans in the waste in the search of food. Small children, half-dressed play in the dirt and filth. And finally we reach the first United Methodist Center we are to visit. We stop at a corrugated tin wall.
Someone pushes it open.
There are desks, chairs, a large blackboard and chalk, but little else.