When I arrived to New Delhi for the first time, I was dropped off by the cab driver to a location across the street from a slum. I wasn’t sure if I was actually in the right place so I asked the cab to wait until I triple confirmed that I should actually get out of the car here. I quickly walked over to some security guards and stood near them until my friend met me. I couldn’t help but wonder what went on across the street yet was glad that with my bags that included cameras and a computer..that I was near security. Over a number of days I was introduced to people who did some outreach, fundraising and educational programming at the slum and I asked about going over there and walking through it. I was introduced to someone who lived there who walked me through. The first time I was a bit scared. I was overwhelmed by the smell, the kids running up to me, and the fact that I really had to watch where I walked as I could step in anything at any moment. At the same time I found people to be mostly receptive to me being there. What I saw was kids playing, women washing or cooking or chatting, dogs everywhere, garbage everywhere. I went back in the evening and saw people warming themselves by fires, people watching TV in their one or two room houses and groups of kids or adults hanging out. By slum standards this was one of the better ones and still life for them meant one set of bathrooms for everyone, no running water and sewerage that could run off into the narrow streets.