Shot in the city of Yangon, Myanmar.
Walked a street. It was flanked by dwellings. And I didn't see any street vendors on this street. This street didn't become a street market.
When I came to a building, a little kid came out of the building. A broom was in its hands. And it started to make a sweep the ground. While moving hands, it looked at the edge of the groom curiously. The place was not so garbage-strewn. After it swept for some time, it went back to the building with an air of satisfaction.
During staying in Yangon, I met a young woman who worked in Japan. And she asked me how I thought about her home country. She said Myanmar was much messier than Japan. Yet I thought the Japanese were too scrupulous. And this country might become clean when the kid in this photo grew up.