A Story of Street Children

That afternoon scene at junction Gellael no different from ordinary days. The view when the traffic light turns red. Landscape as street children flew toward the people who are forced to stop. The view when the children reached out - in part, stroking the abdomen, a phrase that replaces the phrase "I'm hungry". The view when a mother joined stuck his right hand, left hand while holding a cloth that covers the body of her baby - an expression of an instinctive love of a mother who was protecting her baby from the hot sun.

Some people do not care for these children, but there is also a motorcyclist who reached into his pocket or a motorist who fished a dime on the car door. The money that was already prepared for such purposes, or other purposes as well.

Once the green light, the children are away; mother with her baby did. Some rise to the green line, partly returned to the curb, waiting for the red light again. The rider who has given a dime and with no concern as well on his way.

This is a daily sight at the intersection Gellael.

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Robert, an eight-year-old son also flew down the road so the light is red. These children also find food. His father, a father of the street; his mother, a mother was forced to let the street children live this way.

Her mother had told her, since her baby is already participated foraging, by way of crying in her arms. Now they're separated. Still respective foraging in separate places. Father begging in the market, mothers looking for money at intersections around a few kilometers from the junction Gellael.

First, the family always gathered as night fell, but lately Robert was lazy to go home to his parents' cottage. He would rather hang out with friends in emperen station. More crowded, and sometimes can go watch television, saw wealthy people with good homes.

Sometimes he played to the parents, they also sometimes visit him on the station. See if their child can only eat in the world that he is so cruel.

  Robert never remember the beginning when foraging alone, certainly not her parents who told. He saw his friends asking for money near the red light, he thought it as a form of game. Eventually do it because they feel it should be done if you do not want to starve. There is absolutely no one ordered or forced.

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There is nothing special that afternoon, the atmosphere at the intersection of ordinary Gellael-could have been. But whether it comes from where, all of a sudden a few people running towards the children who are looking for food, and making arrests, Robert and his friends could not escape. Mother with child in her arms also did not have time to escape. All put in an enclosed truck.

This truck drove to a place unknown to Robert. Even if could look out, he still will not be able to know which direction the truck took him. This child was very frightened, especially when reminded of scary stories about people who catch the street children. He said when it was caught, no one can go back, not knowing whether to portable. Someone once said, street children are caught will be disposed to place very much.

This truck trips must be very far away, he could feel it. Finally, this truck was slowing down after entering a bend, and even finally stopped. They had got to a place, an unfamiliar place. Once the back of the truck open, someone gently tell them all out.

Once dropped, every child gets a drink. Then the boys separated from girls. The woman was told to follow the two women into a building, while Robert and his friends were told to follow the three men into a building, too, was a place to bathe. Each child receives a new pair of clean clothes so out of the shower.

"All gathered into the building," said one father, pointing to a large building near where they bathe. This building contents long tables filled with plates and food. This child is the more surprising and somehow even more frightened.

After dinner they were told to get out again, boys and women are separated again, this time the boys were herded into a building. The daughter also led to the building in front of him. Both buildings are separated by a square. Each of the four children were told to enter a room. Robert and three other children told to go into a room with bunk bed, room was clean.

"You sleep here," said the father who told them to go. Then said to Robert, "you sleep up here," perhaps because Robert smallest among the three friends.

Day has not been so late, but Robert and his friends have no choice, they must sleep. Robert not sleepy, but somehow fell asleep as her head touched the pillow is soft. For the first time he slept in the bed soft and clean.

He awoke when he heard loud noises inside the room, like a police car siren. A voice from the black box at one end of the ceiling. The voice that told them to go out and gather in the field that separated the boys with girls.

After showering and eating breakfast makes Robert stomach pain, because it is not used to eat breakfast, several men drove them to a another building. Buildings with a very large room. Already many children gathered in it, children who are not recognized by Robert. According to number around fifty the number of children in the existing intersection red light. All of them wearing the same clothes, t-shirts with the words that can not be read.

"Do not be afraid, we gather you're not here to punish you. We collect you for your own future," said a man sitting at a table facing them. This guy looks good and merciful, kind person who is liked by Robert.

"We will educate you to the people who are useful to society," he continued excitedly, "we will educate you in order not to waste the people again."

  Robert not able to understand the words of this man, his mind drifted to the intersection where he was supposed to make money. Also remembered his parents. Today they may still not know the arrest. They just started looking for if he did not show up at the cabin for several weeks. If they've heard it, he hopes they're not too worried.

According to him, this gentleman was talking about twenty times the red light to change when her ass starts to hurt. He can not stand sitting still like this, really boring. Moreover, can not do anything, some people watch them. This man continued to talk about something she did not understand, no matter with children who are frightened, scared because they have not understood.

  Robert know many good people and loved him. He also knew the people in this place is also good, but he was afraid. He was already familiar with the people who help without bond. He was already familiar with the people who went away after helping her. He now fears because good people are talking about things that do not understand.

Finally this man finished speaking, then the children were taken to a building full of machines and pieces of wood. Children are separated into different groups. Robert  group was told to gather near a father who was to glue pieces of wood. After a few moments, pieces of it into a toy car.

One father said, "You will be taught so I can do things like this, also other skills."

Over the next few days, these children work in the building that was named workshop. Sometimes they are also told to go into an existing building in front of a white board. A father's doodle board, then told them to write the lines of odd lines like that. "Refer to the blackboard", "write the book you ', making the white board Robert  know it's called the blackboard, the object in his hand called a notebook.

After a few weeks he started to get bored. Already know the name of the days, hours, how to make toys out of wood, does not make him feel comfortable. He has learned many things, but instead feel bored. Tired of sitting for hours making toys, bored scribble pad, tired of remembering the form of graffiti. Tired of hearing other people talk at length. He missed the atmosphere when it ran the red light every time and then step aside so the green light.

Eat regular, disciplined work, sleep regularly, had become a familiar word in his ear. But the food tastes better when it can be money. More comfortable to sleep on the patio station, able to sleep when it's sleepy. Better watch the cops chasing people who do not wear helmets than writing weird letters. Boredom made him miss the view of those who love them, people who nemberi money and left.

One day, he found a lot of bottle caps in a trash bin. Secretly he took and hid in a room - under cupboards. No one will ever find him there. Also take a few small nails and a piece of wood for batteries from the garage. Secretly, when no one in the room, he nailed bottle caps along this wood. The first part of the plan is completed, when a homemade tool a noise each time beaten.

A few days later he got a chance to escape. When his friends were asleep, he quietly left the room, then climb the wall, not until a quarter of an hour he had become a free man. In his heart he said, "I've got a good story to tell my friends."

He did not know was where now - no problem. It has often been his parents took him to move. Had to do was find a place to the bus stop, then up-mulul while hitting the bottle cap.

Now he just needs to follow the direction the bus goes through, there's a bus stop a few miles to go. Then when I got to sleep, tomorrow a new ride - ride no matter where. There are still many people who is merciful.

He did not know what was in the city now, not knowing where his parents. They have been taught to find food and live, let them not be too worried. He will find them later, not now. Today he should go as far as possible first.

  robert was not sleepy, he has learned about the clock, so the idea has been running for hours when it finally found a bus stop. Someone was sleeping in it, surely people carrying bundles of clothes crazy - it does not matter. He lay down some distance away from the crazies, then fell asleep.

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Tomorrow he will go to a place he did not know - it does not matter, there are still many people who love street children. He only stayed banging the bottle cap at an intersection, the existing intersection red light.

He was about to stop being street children if there is no more people who have compassion. Yes, he would cease to be a street child if the people who give money and then leave it no longer exists.
If they still exist, it would still be street children, and became the father of the street, then later became the grandfather streets.