We started walking down the hill, picking up everything that we could find. Kenneth recognized a piece of valuable waste from meters distance. His bag was already full before I picked up the first 10 pieces. I found the shampoo bottles the easiest to find, as they were very colorful and particular.
Walking on this mountain of waste felt like walking through a very thick layer of snow. With every step, I sank a little in the soft top layer of waste. Accordingly, it was as if I was on a different planet with a very particular smell and stronger gravity.