In a gloomy corner of a side street in the center of Kuala Lumpur, a man with a rather plump body is lying on a cardboard, he has his shirt unbuttoned and the belly overflows from his pants, he is so overweight that it seems he can’t move from the ground .
The light of a neon lights him up in half leaving a glimpse of his face, his eyes are staring at the sky of this hot and humid Malaysian night.
Next to him a girl of about 30-35 is sitting on the floor, with a sweet and pretty face, probably his wife. The girl wears a veil, here a good part of the population is Muslim.
She’s talking with him.
Next to the couple two children of about 5 years, who most likely are their children, play on the sidewalk running behind a plastic toy that makes so many noises and lights.
They’re laughing happily.
Like a family scene in their living room but located in the middle of the street among the skyscrapers of the city.
The lying guy slowly pulls himself up, sits with his back against the wall, closes a pair of buttons of his shirt, takes a sip of water holding a plastic bottle close to him with his chubby fingers. He has a nice face.
He smiles serenely.
