No such thing as privacy

Today what strikes me is the very public nature of daily life. Whether it is a boy bathing in the fountains at the botanical gardens or simply in the water pumps at the side of the road, or people brushing their teeth as they walk, women caring for their babies, people cooking and washing clothes, people sleeping under blankets, girls playing hopscotch, and of course the men ubiquitously urinating indiscreetly, I feel like I am observing private life on a disturbingly regular basis. Even more strange is the fact that they seem utterly carfree about the matter, unaware of the spectators who inevitably witness their private acts.