I used to sniff glue.
I was 8 years old and intrigued by my Alymer's "super duper fun" purple glue stick. It smelled of grapes. It didn't stop there though. Inquisitively I took my tiny, sticky hands, wrapped them around the tube and begin to twist.
Twist and sniff, twist and sniff, twist and sniff.
But it wasn't enough. I thought if it smells of grapes, looks like the colour of grapes then surely, and without a doubt it must taste like grapes. It didn't. And neither did the next stick. Or the next.
17 years later, at the age of 25, I walked through the streets of Kathmandu.
Kathmandu is filled with smog, cycle rickshaws, pashmina shawl shops, chai wallahs, temples, tourists in barefeet finding their hippy karmic ways, sadhus and babas, a crazy legless man, dozens of urchins offering charas, lsd, cocaine, mushrooms, ganga and the lot, and street kids - over 1200 of them.
We (Richard and I) walked through the dark deserted streets of Thamel, the downtown and main tourist area of Kathmandu. We stepped around sleeping bodies and trash heaps, dodged the one cycle rickshaw vying for our rupees and came crashing into a body. His hands groped our pockets as he head-butted our torsos. He spat out nonsense and as we checked our pockets gave him a swift shove into the shadows. To our left another person appeared out of nowhere, accept it wasn't nowhere, it was a trash heap, piles high, with a little boy covered in it, sleeping - his home for the night. In the commotion we had woken him, and he had come to defend his mate or take us on. We ran around the corner under a street lamp, our pockets still full of rupees.
They, these kids, no more than 10 years old, homeless, parentless, shoeless, and in rags were higher than kites, their hands sticky with glue, and definitely not with the non-toxic, 'super duper purple fun stick' of my youth.
The next day I see excited, happy, boisturous kids. I smiled wandering what they had pilfered. Glue. Their hands, shirts and faces smeared with toxic brain cell killing glue. Happy as hell, and high as kites.
1200 street kids in Kathmandu. 95% sniff glue. I didn't know what to do. I don't know what to do. What can I do?
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