A Little Girl and an Old Man by a Cart. In a roofless flyover in the center of the city, the sun was shining fierce in the sky of Surabaya which covered carbon dioxide. The people hurried across it, their drenched in sweat skin filled with air blobs loaded of exhaust fumes. An old man was still sitting there, relying in iron fence, right in the middle of the bridge. Lowered his head wrapped in ragged pandanus hat and his body clad in very dirty clothing, sitting on a sheet of bottled water cardboard. There was a dented tin in front of him, it was almost empty of the smallest pieces of coins. And, under the bridge, passing vehicles at the intersection with the swift if the traffic light near the bridge was green lighted. Instead, the traffic flow was suddenly crammed like a bunch of sheep who were surprised by the roar of a tiger, when suddenly the light was red.
The old man who still looked healthy enough would close “his work” when the sun began to slip into the west. Go down in the definitely steps toward the curve of the black river near the street, get a small wheeled cart. From inside the cart filled with packages and bags colored as dirty as his body, he searched for a plastic bottle containing water taken from somewhere, then drink it. After that he whistled a few times. A skinny black female cat appeared, sniffing and wagging its tail. He was ready to go, pushing the cart against the flow of vehicles, on the right side of the road. Skinny cat jumped onto the cart, sleeping like a toddler who was comforted in carrying his father.