During the second trip to Csenyéte I fortunately was able to get a lot more of a close look on the home life of the people living in this village. We visited for a second time on a Saturday, so kids were out playing but parents were nowhere to be found.
A brother and sister (I assume) curiously staring at the group walking by. The little boy was wearing a baby "one-sie" that wasn't snapped and without anything underneath it. The girl was wearing a sundress that was not her size; the neckline fell about two thirds of the way down her ribcage.
He fell and cried, but there was no one around that came to console him besides his sister, who can't be more than four years old.
That's their house. You can see in one side and out the other. Shortly it will be winter in Csenyéte and it's residents will do everything they can to make it through by layering clothing, staying near the fire and eating minimally. Like I said before, the most popular method to get in and out of Csenyéte is by foot, and that is nearly impossible in winter. People rely heavily on their level of preparation and kindness and help from neighbors. However, families are large and rations are small, so there is never enough food and warmth for everybody.
Children care for children in Csenyéte.
The shoes of the girls in the fourth grade class.
The most hardened looking toddler I've ever seen in my life.
The children's faces were covered in dirt. Their teeth were brown or yellow, and they had an odor that reminded me of homeless men from Chicago. These small details are all signs of the poor living conditions, and even greater signs that families have bigger problems to care about than the health of their children, which is really hard to imagine.
Shortly after we arrived, the entire village was following us. Pictured are the stragglers, as there was a slew of other people with us already.
Some boys enthusiastically playing with us.
We were as intrigued by them as they were by us.
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