brooms and cows

There are people whose job it is to sweep door steps, driveways and sidewalks. They spend hours every day gathering leaves, sticks, etc using homemade brooms. It seems to create a sense of order in this chaotic land. The street where I live might be swept clean after the rain but who is cleaning up the large pile of garbage down the street where the wild pigs/dogs/cows are grazing. Everything bumps up against everything else here. We are all together. Know one seems to be be upset about the lack of space and quiet. Everyone waits patiently. I cannot understand the language but just from the body language Indians are incredibly patient. I on the other hand am not as patient. Luckily I don't have to be anywhere at a certain time except for the classes at the institute.