Megalopolises

Everyone knows what the megapolis Rio, Mexico, Calcutta is. At the same time, the word before the eyes immediately arise from rusty tin and cardboard boxes of shacks, in rows, attached at the foot of shining skyscrapers. Half-naked children with ribs protruding from under the skin are swarmed in the mud, and they can hang over their heads. On the ropes, as if pouring flags, linen is dried. And in some quarter of a mile from all this, in the city center, business people absorb a lunch of four dishes and agree on a tennis party on cell phones. Rich buyers, bypassing the beggars sitting at the threshold, roam from one expensive boutique to another