This was heart breaking for me, but I really don`t want to let it slip my mind:
A young boy, clearlly borned and raised in an indigenous family carring three bags of fruits down the street offering whatever he got to the paasers-by suddenly stoped just where a house’s wall ended and a construction site fence begined, he approached the crack between the two and peeked inside. From afar you could se his left hand bended to keep the fence out of the way and his right hand hanging behind with holding the bags with fruits inside. As I approached the scene I could see the construction site was deep beneath the street level and at least 80 men were working in there.
For kids who grow up in an impoverished indigenous family the future is far from promising, being construction worker is one of the most probable jobs.
It was as if he was looking down at his future.