On the narrow dirt roads leading out of town, trucks carry giant tractors past mud huts and half-naked children.

I also thought of famines and civil wars and potbellied, half-naked children staring at the camera, sunk in hopelessness.

A half-naked child was tugging on the side, trying to get vis attention.

Between them stands a half-naked child.

About them played a couple of half-naked children.

Then, entering an apartment, he captures a half-naked child in front of a window that gives a view of a wasteland with more tenements.

A beautiful old man, his long white hair tangled, sat playing with a crowd of half-naked children.

An old woman fell sprawling into the mud and half-naked children ran screaming for their mothers' skirts.

For a little while, propped up on my elbows, I watched the half-naked children playing in a corner.

Two small, half-naked children splashed in a fountain under the watchful eye of a white-robed servant in a broad-brimmed red hat.