Last night I took my leftovers from the restaurant to Rita, Ruth and Maria. When I walked in with the food Rita started crying, I knew immediately the kids had nothing to eat.
This morning I got up at 5am to catch the sunrise, which was beautiful. I also caught two guys diving into the sewer head first to find a few soles and another guy who was trimming his eyebrows with a knife.
How can a place be so beautiful, yet so difficult???