Exploring the World’s Largest Slums Jarred Me with 5 Eye-Opening Insights

We’ve no idea how bloody privileged we all are

Pinching my nose against the putrefying odor with one hand, I swatted mosquitoes with the other.

As we walked through Dharavi’s plastic district, emaciated soot-stained faces looked up briefly — before returning to their hammering and coughing.

We leaped out of the way as a bent old man hauling a massive bale of plastic scrap came jogging.

The path was the garbage dump. Recycled plastic heaps were the beds. Toxic fumes were their oxygen. Stale tea was their breakfast — soggy bread was their lunch.

How in the bloody world could people survive in such conditions?