The Streetkids were begging (Zula) at the robots and some incidents of muggings have been reported.  The boys somehow got hold of dirty magazines and in the ditch of the train station they held masturbation contests. They play ‘spara-spara’ at the train station (jumping on and off the moving train) several have been hurt. People made the streetkids my problem, they wanted me to 'control' them, but how? The only thing we could do was to work, and work, just to be able to feed them, as by then we had no support from the community, and very few sponsors.

After phoning the News papers the neigbours complained to the Letting agent. Ofcourse on investigation (21 August 2002) the Letting agents found that the walls were very dirty, some windows broken, the garden is non-existing, and all the kitchen utensils that has not been cracked, broken or stolen, was growing in the garden.  Some of the children prefered staying home and we struggled to keep them busy. Kids were sitting in groups playing cards, watching tv, or just chatting on heaps of  blankets.   Not surprisingly we were given 24 hour notice.

We did n’t exactly know where to move to or how. An attorney came to our rescue and the Agency had no choice but to let us stay untill the end of August. The rent was not behind, actually the house was technically ours, the papers were ready to be signed, the bank had approved our bond application that same week, yet everything was canceled in a moment and we had to move the streetkids.   The street children were behaving particularly bad, as always when their security is threatened, drinking and vomiting, spiking heroine and sleeping, strong glue fumes clinging to breath and skin. Fits of anger and frustration, hitting each other, throwing stones at passers by, screaming, shouting, swearing. 

A bad dream had just became a night mare.