I skip the Rio beaches for a trip to the trash yard where I make some surprising finds, like genuine hospitality and an enormous will to survive.
Rio de Janeiro, a beautiful, unique metropolis where green and concrete go hand in hand like nowhere else. I am in the land of samba and beaches, carnival and suntanned bodies lingering around the seaside. Sounds great, and it is – but I want to discover something else, the reality that lies behind the hills, beyond Christ the Redeemer’s reach. Out in the suburbs, where most of the people really have to struggle to make a living. I venture into the depths of the Rio outskirts, to Gramacho, Rio’s biggest trash yard, where thousands of people make a day to day living by scavenging trash.
Leaving the highway, I find the typical taverns empty and the pavement replaced by gravel. A burning rash…
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