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  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017503.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017499.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017482.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017503.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017494.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017491.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017502.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017501.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017498.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017484.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017501.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017493.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017486.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017496.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017494.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017491.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017488.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017486.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017483.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017481.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017504.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017502.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017500.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017499.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017498.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017492.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017490.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017487.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017485.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017484.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017483.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017482.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017481.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017480.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017504.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017500.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017497.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017495.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017493.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017492.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017490.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017489.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017487.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017485.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017497.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017496.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017489.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017488.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017480.jpg
  • In southern Mozambique, in the heart of Maputo and just a few meters from the airport of the capital, is the dump of Huléne. Mother of many stories, home of many renegades and maintenance of many more. It?s hard to achieve any kind of judgment, when incredulity upheaves any soul or intellectual perception.The limits of the trash, a cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the wall of cement, concrete and rough, exceed even the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not even the walls that imprison her, can hide such nasty scenario. <br />
There converge all sorts of needs and purposes. Constant movement of trucks and people make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the doorstep of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.<br />
The "garbage collectors" are the ones who shake their horizons. They are the pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, they can still flourish among the deepest and most desperate filthiness - recycling. Desperate, they try to frantically stick the roads of garbage in search of some utility. Because that utility there, and to them, can later be worth a little more bread and milk.
    h_00017495.jpg
  • Youngsters sift through the garbage at the dump in Crematorio, Honduras looking for things they can sell, eat or wear.  Honduras is considered the third poorest country in the Western Hemisphere (Haiti, Nicaragua). With over 50% of the population living below the poverty line and 28% unemployed, Hondurans frequently turn to illegal immigration as a solution to their desperate situation. The Department of Homeland Security has noted an 95% increase in illegal immigrants coming from Honduras between 2000 and 2009, the largest increase of any country.
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  • A woman comforts her 9 month old lying in crib made from a car tire in her simple home in Agua Catilho, Honduras.  Honduras is considered the third poorest country in the Western Hemisphere (Haiti, Nicaragua). With over 50% of the population living below the poverty line and 28% unemployed, Hondurans frequently turn to illegal immigration as a solution to their desperate situation. The Department of Homeland Security has noted an 95% increase in illegal immigrants coming from Honduras between 2000 and 2009, the largest increase of any country.
    h_00012368.jpg
  • Two children sit at on the threshold of their families home.  Honduras is considered the third poorest country in the Western Hemisphere (Haiti, Nicaragua). With over 50% of the population living below the poverty line and 28% unemployed, Hondurans frequently turn to illegal immigration as a solution to their desperate situation. The Department of Homeland Security has noted an 95% increase in illegal immigrants coming from Honduras between 2000 and 2009, the largest increase of any country.
    h_00012399.jpg
  • Men drive a truck through Guaimaca to collect the garbage. Honduras is considered the third poorest country in the Western Hemisphere (Haiti, Nicaragua). With over 50% of the population living below the poverty line and 28% unemployed, Hondurans frequently turn to illegal immigration as a solution to their desperate situation. The Department of Homeland Security has noted an 95% increase in illegal immigrants coming from Honduras between 2000 and 2009, the largest increase of any country.
    h_00012391.jpg
  • A youngster leaves the dump after sifting through the garbage at the dump in Crematorio, Honduras looking for things he can sell, eat or wear. Honduras is considered the third poorest country in the Western Hemisphere (Haiti, Nicaragua). With over 50% of the population living below the poverty line and 28% unemployed, Hondurans frequently turn to illegal immigration as a solution to their desperate situation. The Department of Homeland Security has noted an 95% increase in illegal immigrants coming from Honduras between 2000 and 2009, the largest increase of any country.
    h_00012375.jpg
  • Youngsters sift through the garbage at the dump in Crematorio, Honduras looking for things they can sell, eat or wear.  Honduras is considered the third poorest country in the Western Hemisphere (Haiti, Nicaragua). With over 50% of the population living below the poverty line and 28% unemployed, Hondurans frequently turn to illegal immigration as a solution to their desperate situation. The Department of Homeland Security has noted an 95% increase in illegal immigrants coming from Honduras between 2000 and 2009, the largest increase of any country.
    h_00012370.jpg
  • Youngsters sift through the garbage at the dump in Crematorio, Honduras looking for things they can sell, eat or wear.  Honduras is considered the third poorest country in the Western Hemisphere (Haiti, Nicaragua). With over 50% of the population living below the poverty line and 28% unemployed, Hondurans frequently turn to illegal immigration as a solution to their desperate situation. The Department of Homeland Security has noted an 95% increase in illegal immigrants coming from Honduras between 2000 and 2009, the largest increase of any country.
    h_00012367.jpg
  • Youngsters sift through the garbage at the dump in Crematorio, Honduras looking for things they can sell, eat or wear. Honduras is considered the third poorest country in the Western Hemisphere (Haiti, Nicaragua). With over 50% of the population living below the poverty line and 28% unemployed, Hondurans frequently turn to illegal immigration as a solution to their desperate situation. The Department of Homeland Security has noted an 95% increase in illegal immigrants coming from Honduras between 2000 and 2009, the largest increase of any country.
    h_00012371.jpg
  • A man stands in his home in the mountainside above Carrefour, Haiti.  His bedroom can be seen in the background.  Most of the mountain people live in homes that are made with sticks covered with plaster.  With over 2/3 of the population unemployed, the future looks bleak.
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  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: View of Petare slum in Caracas. Petare is consider one of the biggest and dangerous slums of Latin America. (Eduardo Leal)
    EL-VenezuelaCrisis-8.jpg
  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: Reinaldo Trujillo,44, puts is tumb on a fingerprint scanner in order to buy subsidized soap in a supermarket in Caracas. Shortages have Venezuelans waiting hours in lines just to buy sugar, diapers and other basic goods. To prevent mass hoarding, people are only able to buy those kind of items on limited amounts and only in the days assigned to them according to the last digits of their ID card number. This is ultra-checked by the scan on their thumb fingerprint. (Eduardo Leal)
    EL-VenezuelaCrisis-5.jpg
  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Dr. Vincenzo Milito in the ambulatory at El Troncal where he works. He complains of the lack of medicine and tools to work with. (Eduardo Leal)
    EL-VenezuelaCrisis-39.jpg
  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Jose Lemos has is leg stretched by plastic bottles that make weight in order to treat pacients with broken legs in Dr. Luis Razetti hospital in Barcelona. Jose Lemos was shooted on the leg during an assault attempt in the Caracas. (Eduardo Leal)
    EL-VenezuelaCrisis-23.jpg
  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: Yaneth Goméz, 22, waits in the queue even after the subsidized butter runned out, in case some other products hits the shells of the supermarket in La Urbina neighbourhood, Caracas. She has been queuing since 5am in order to buy butter. (Eduardo Leal)
    EL-VenezuelaCrisis-12.jpg
  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: People queue in front of Mini Central Madeirense Super Market in La Urbina neighbourhood in Caracas. (Eduardo Leal)
    EL-VenezuelaCrisis-9.jpg
  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: People queuing outside of Plan Suarez supermarket in La Urbina, Caracas. The people start queing from 2 in the morning to queue just in case some subsideized product arrives to the supermarkets.Eduardo Leal)
    EL-VenezuelaCrisis-4.jpg
  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela:A hospital room in Dr. Luis Razetti hospital in Barcelona. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: People wait in on the emergencies hall at Dr. Luis Razetti Hospital in the Venezuelan city of Barcelona.  (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Maria del Rosario moves a newspaper in order to cool down her husband, since the temperature in the emergency hall is too high for pacients. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: People wait in on emergencies hall at Dr. Luis Razetti Hospital in the Venezuelan city of Barcelona.  (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela:Leonardo Yepes has is leg stretched by plastic bottles that make weight in order to treat pacients with broken legs in Dr. Luis Razetti hospital in Barcelona. Leonardo had a car accident and his waiting for the operation for over a month. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: A pacient  has is leg stretched by plastic bottles that make weight in order to treat pacients with broken legs in Dr. Luis Razetti hospital in Barcelona. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Jose Lemos has is leg stretched by plastic bottles that make weight in order to treat pacients with broken legs in Dr. Luis Razetti hospital in Barcelona. Jose Lemos was shooted on the leg during an assault attempt in the Caracas. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: The bathroom and toilet for pacients on the fractures ward at Dr. Luis Razetti hospota, Venezuela. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Jose awaits for his turn to have a shower in the corridor of children wing in Dr. Luis Razetti hospital, Barcelona, Venezuela. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: A child sleeps in her room in Dr. Luis Razetti hospital, Barcelona, Venezuela. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Yulitza Roa, 15, is waiting for her next operation in Dr. Luis Razetti Hospital, Barcelona. She has a brain tumor and went over three surgeries and she is waitng for a fourth, but without scanning equipment it is impossible. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: Noely Peña, 41, a theache in a basic school in Caracas, uses her day off to wait for the chance of some basic products arrive to Plan suarez supermerket in La Urbina neighbourhood, Caracas. Even if there aren’t subsidized products available on the supermarkets, people start queuing for hours in order to be in the front line if any product is made available. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Ines Espinosa, 5, sleeps net to her father, Nicolás Espinosa, in a shared room of the children wing at Dr. Luis Razetti Hospital in Barcelona. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Ines Espinosa, 5, sleeps in a shared room of the children wing at Dr. Luis Razetti Hospital, Barcelona. Ines suffers from cancer.  (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Jhonatan Diaz sleeps next to his 1 year son, Josué Diaz in a shared room of the children wing at Hospital Dr. Luis Razetti in the Venezuelan city of Barcelona. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: Polar beer factory gate in Caracas with a sign "36 days wanting to produce but without raw material, we can't!!!" Polar is the biggest food conglomerate in Venezuela. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: Iris Silva, 20, cries in despair after being unable to buy butter at Mini Central Madeirense Super Market in La Urbina neighbourhood in Caracas. She was waiting since early hours in the morning to buy a few products. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: People queuing outside of Plan Suarez supermarket in La Urbina, Caracas. Even if there aren’t subsidized products available on the supermarkets, people start queuing for hours in order to be in the front line if any product is made available. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: Loida Teheran, 53, with two of her grandsons, Yalehizer Teharan, 5 months and Yalehiber Teheran, 5, inside her house in 24 de Marzo section of the Petare slum. Loida only eats one meal per day in order to feed the four grandchildren that live with her.(Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: Loida Teheran, 53, looks inside her almost empty fridge in 24 de Marzo section of the Petare slum. She only eats one meal per day in order to feed the four grandchildren that live with her.(Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/25 - Caracas, Venezuela: A man fills containers with water of a communal well in the Petare neighbourhood of Caracas. The water reserves of the neighbourhood are completely empty, so the population has to use the water of this well to stock for water provisions. Caracas as the rest of the country is getting shortages on food, water and electricity. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Table of first aid kit in El Troncal ambulatory, Barcelona. Most of the necessary elements of a first aid kit are missing. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/25 - Caracas, Venezuela: A man fills containers with water of a communal well in the Petare neighbourhood of Caracas. The water reserves of the neighbourhood are completely empty, so the population has to use the water of this well to stock for water provisions. Caracas as the rest of the country is getting shortages on food, water and electricity. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Patricia Valle with her mother, Noella Valle, waits for an examination in El Troncal ambulatory, Barcelona.  (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: A cat sits on the hall of the children wing at the ambulatory in El Troncal, Barcelona. Several cats live inside this health facility. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: An empty room at the ambulatory in El Troncal, Barcelona. The lack of patients is not a sign that there is not ill people, but a sign that the x-ray facility stopped working years ago. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Jachiel Salas helps her daughter Auri Salas to breath with the assistance of a respiratory mask in El Troncal ambulatory, Barcelona. Auri had an ashma attack and with no medicine to prevent such attacks going to the ambulatory was the only option. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Fernand Gomez, 34, waits on the hall of emergencies at Dr. Luis Razetti Hospital in the Venezuelan city of Barcelona.  (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: A pacient shows the x-ray on her mobile phone at Dr. Luis Razetti hospital, Barcelona. The hospital doesn't have  facility to develop and plates to print the x-rays anymore, so pacients have to take a photograph of the screen in order to show it to the doctor. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Dr. Luis Maita talks with patient Olivo Herrera about the treatment at Dr. Luis Razetti hospital in Barcelona. The doctor complains that there is lack of medicines and tools to do his work. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Dr. Luis Maita checks pacient Olivo Herrera at Dr. Luis Razetti hospital in Barcelona. The doctor complains that there is lack of medicines and tools to do his work. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/26 - Caracas, Venezuela: Thaminia Moreno, 39 and Deysy Alvaréz, 43, wait for the chance of some basic products arrive to Plan suarez supermerket in La Urbina neighbourhood, Caracas. Even if there aren’t subsidized products available on the supermarkets, people start queuing for hours in order to be in the front line if any product is made available. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Hospital and pacients waste on the floor of the bathroom on the fractures ward at Dr. Luis Razetti hospota, Venezuela. (Eduardo Leal)
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  • 2016/05/29 - Barcelona, Venezuela: Leonardo Yepes and Carlos Andres on fractures wing of Dr. Luis Razetti hospital in Barcelona. Leonardo Yepes broke his leg in two places after a car accident and is waiting for the operation for over a month. (Eduardo Leal)
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