End of the road. We have to hike from this point onwards.
I met a pregnant mother and her daughter on the way up to their resettlement area. I could just imagine how she would give birth in this place. The nearest hospital is hundreds of kilometers away.
I feel ashame each time I complain about how slow the internet connection is, here the Aetas have no electricity.
I feel ashame each time I have left-over food on my plate, the Aetas have to share their food on common plates.
I feel ashame each time I complain about traffic while I'm driving, the Aeta children have to walk 45 minutes to go down from their village to go to the nearest school and another 45 minutes to go back to their houses.
I feel ashame that I complain about my old pair of shoes, the Aeta children walk barefoot. But most of all I feel ashame of other people who do nothing but criticize and yet does not lift a finger to help others who are in need.
There's a price to pay for progress. Unluckily, this Aeta children are one of them. They have to move deeper into the forest since their former place were now bulldozed to pave the way for the new superhighway. The good news is that they were properly resettled with the help of the government and NGO's.
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