Trying to sell gold
It was a late afternoon. I was walking along the street and watching the shop-windows. There was a small market at the end of the street. A lot of people lived in this area. They were doing their best to survive because times were hard and this was not a district of the rich. You could often see them selling hand-made pottery, clothes, shoes, meat or even small gifts. I entered the market. A crowd of people surrounded me. They were desperately trying to sell gold rings, glasses, batteries or cigarettes. There was a young woman walking among the crowd. She was the one who was selling silver and gold jewellery, or at least something that looked like gold or silver. I came nearer. She showed me a carton box full of tacky earrings, rings, bracelets, chains, brooches and pendants. They were quite cheap and I did not like any of those things, but I knew that my six-year-old daughter would be delighted if I bought her a ring with a red stone. I chose one, paid for it and left the market. The girl who used to sell gold on that market was actually a very poor person. A friend of mine later told me she was a single mother of three young children. One day, she disappeared from the market and nobody knows where she is or what she is doing now.