A Walk On The Real Side

I went last week to the center of Bogotá. I knew I was gonna be scared. I knew I had to face a horrible feeling, a mixture of fear and anger. That would be the forgotten society of A Brand New World, and I was there, praying for getting out of there as soon as possible. But, on the other hand, I couldn't stop feeling like crap for being part of a society based on a pyramid. Some must carry all the weight, so that others can lie down and rest. People down there rather don't look up. People up there (should I say "up here"?) don't look down, cause they are aware of everything but, after a while, that present becomes a forgotten past.
There are so many, so hungry and mad. They're right, they shouldn't be dead alive just because they were born in a society that still concieve men as animals: only the strongest survive.
I say a movie yesterday, El Colombian dream. The last sentence is horrible: "In Colombia, is better to be born than to be dead". It is horrible because, sometimes, it seems like it's otherwise.