אתיופיה 2007

The jip drove slowly on the improvised road. It was a market day and so you could see the area start filling with tired people, leaning on their loyal long stick, caring small sacks, small goat, (too) thin cow. High mud slower our vehicle and few kids that noticed us, start running over us, shouting things we couldnt understand. When the jip almost stoped I suddenly realised-they want our bottles! our plastic mineral water bottles. I threw them the bottles and they jumped happily. Along the market road I suddenly noticed the ropes, which on them, for sale, used plastic bottles. Of all conditions. I suddenly noticed the man holding his old and yellow-from use-bottle. God, how poor can Ethiopia be.