Stories...
I sat in Beira, Mozambique, just before the civil war ended. Picture total devastation, bullet pocked walls and shells of buildings. A place where the populace had eaten every cat and dog in the city. And a vehicle drove past me. Impossible to tell what type. It had no body, just a chassis and motor. The driver was sitting on a plastic school chair and perched on the radiator was a street urchin with a 5 gallon drum of water. And as the vehicle spluttered along at walking pace, the kid constantly topped up the water in the radiator.
There are other such stories, like the bus driven by mine victims. One guy steering and changing gear with no legs, whilst an armless man sat alongside him and used the pedals. Three policeman were travelling on the bus...
