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Pink helmet

Still mesmerized by the enormity of the waste dump, I started taking in what was happening around me. I saw a woman with a pink helmet, with a large bag over her shoulder. The better I looked, the more people I saw going through the waste. A special focus was on the newly arriving waste, dumped by the trucks.


There, the chance of picking out something valuable was high. The woman did the job together with a few friends of her. Talking loudly and laughing uncontrollably, they searched together for that particular piece of waste that they knew they could sell.

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