Sunday in a Hong Kong Park
It’s Sunday, and as usual the downtown parks and sidewalks are full of women, lounging on flattened cardboard boxes, massaging one another, painting toe nails, playing cards, chatting and napping. Hawkers wend through the rows and rows of women, peddling everything from discounted telephone calling cards to the word of God.
I share a bag of flavored peanuts with Susi Widyamti and Rita Wulandari, two women from Indonesia in their 20s, as they talk about how they miss their families, and how they’re overworked. But like many of the other women out here, they also betray a sense of pride in the financial support they provide for their distant families, and in the independence that they do not have back home.… Seguir leyendo »