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No-one thought anything of the pushbike against the wall, so busy were the tourists snapping shots of the cobbled streets. No-one heard her cries for help.
Passers by admired the graffiti adorning the walls, assuming them to be artwork by the under privileged.
If they looked closer, they would have seen the haunting eyes of those captured in the paintings.
But when you are a visitor to any Big City, you do not see what is real. You turn your back on the poverty of those less fortunate, become deaf to the pitiful cries around you.
We are all guilty.