One street, two women

It's past sunset, on the ground floor of Rainbow City Mall.

Through the glass wall of the beauty parlour, I spot a young woman, relaxing on the seat. The otherwise quiet rows of nail polish now host a busy scene. Two girls squat at the young woman's feet, brushing up her toes. One girl sits by her hand, doing a manicure. One girl stands at her head, applying fake eyelashes. The centre of the picture is her little dog, not bigger than a kitten. It sits at her lap, it's curls and bows all neat and tidy.


6 hours earlier, two minutes away.

It's lunch time, and the construction site has opened its gates for the workers to get some noodles or dumplings outside in the street. Men covered in dust and cement flood the area. Their blue and yellow helmets creating a uniform impression. Sounds of their work have reached us since 6am. Until deep in the night will we see the light flashes of them welding. But I look again, one of them is a woman. The sheer strength she must have!