Dream makers in the streets of the city of golden friendship : on Filipino street children / Bernadett Fekete ; translated by Andrea Könye ; cover design by Andrea Kiss
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TextLanguage: English Philippines : Street Children Foundation, 2002Description: 113 pages ; 21 cmContent type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9634301770 (paperback)Subject(s): Street childrenLOC classification: HV873 F45 2002Summary: "In my stories, I am writing about street children who were left alone with their problems. They can be seen shining shoes, washing cars, carrying sacks in the streets; they sell plastic bags, help out, market women in the marketplace, or simply beg or steal. I can smell their scent - glue and the acid smell of urine-, their skin became flaky with dirt, eyes got vacant. As the night draws near, they flock together, hide away and pull out plastic bags and glue, which they get cheap from the shoemaker. Then, at nights, high on glue, they would curl up on sidewalks or squares. It is a bit comforting that they do not feel hunger and not sense reality.They are making drea." The Hungarian author has worked in gipsy villages, in prisons, in hospital, in slums and in the streets as a social worker, not only in Hungary but in India and in the Philippines as well.
| Item type | Current library | Shelving location | Call number | Copy number | Status | Notes | Date due | Barcode |
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| Books | MEF Üniversitesi Kütüphanesi | Genel Koleksiyon | HV 873 F45 2002 (Browse shelf (Opens below)) | Available | Bağışlayan: MEF International School | 0010209 |
"In my stories, I am writing about street children who were left alone with their problems. They can be seen shining shoes, washing cars, carrying sacks in the streets; they sell plastic bags, help out, market women in the marketplace, or simply beg or steal. I can smell their scent - glue and the acid smell of urine-, their skin became flaky with dirt, eyes got vacant. As the night draws near, they flock together, hide away and pull out plastic bags and glue, which they get cheap from the shoemaker. Then, at nights, high on glue, they would curl up on sidewalks or squares. It is a bit comforting that they do not feel hunger and not sense reality.They are making drea." The Hungarian author has worked in gipsy villages, in prisons, in hospital, in slums and in the streets as a social worker, not only in Hungary but in India and in the Philippines as well.