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About fifty years ago, a major construction project began in New Delhi. Migrant workers and day laborers moved to the nation's capital and set up temporary shelters across the street from the construction site. The work continued for years, during which time the temporary shelters became less and less temporary. Fifty years later, the tents have given way to handmade brick walls, with roofs cobbled together from plastic tarps or sheets of corrugated tin. The grandchildren of these construction workers have been raised in a shantytown called the Vivekanand Colony; growing up in a neighborhood that's officially "illegal." At any point, the government of Delhi could raze the entire colony, forcing hundreds of residents into homelessness. What's striking about being in this colony is the work ethic and indefatigable spirit of the residents. In grinding poverty, without electricity or running water, children play happily with kites they've built out of discarded plastic bags. Every person you meet invites you into their home and offers you tea or bottled soda. The optimistic and friendly nature of the residents of the Vivekanand Colony never ceases to amaze.
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