The boundary—a dead man, half of a dead dog and several dead rats. To lose your life in Dharavi is too easy. However, I am surprised at the indifference of people on the train when the accident happened. Are they really that insensitive? Are they really used to these sudden deaths on train tracks or are they overwhelmed by seeing 3 foreigners walking on train tracks? It’s just too shocking. The 'how are you'-s and whistles from the people on the train just heightened my annoyance. Their foolish grins (sorry for being too personal, but I really don't understand why they can react in such a way) just make me mad.
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I suddenly remembered the “non-trespassable boundaries” in our case study of the Caracas. In Dharavi, these boundaries exist outside the slum rather then in the inside. At least this is my impression after walking through the slum in so many days.
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Sight.
Sound.
Smell.
Vibe.
It is really hard just to focus on one of these senses, because the situation in Mumbai is so chaotic. Everything is just too much. The sensations are saturated.
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