We live, we breed, we work and we sleep in the city. We do what we want, almost at our whims, naturally because we feel that the city belongs to us.
I dedicate this article to a worker of the city. This woman works for hours cleaning the mess that we create. She doesn’t earn much, yet it is a job that gives her somewhat an income to survive. She clears the streets so that we can walk. Bangkok belongs to her.