Just white paper.

Watch the truck!

Here it comes!

Watch the truck!

Before coming to the landfill, we had a calm life.

My mother still lived with my father.

I was the oldest and I had two younger brothers.

But then my father died.

You're sowing, throwing grain like this.

- I'm sowing. - Yeah.

This hand here can be relaxed and open.

My mother was struggling.

We heard about Jardim Gramacho.

My mother came here, and then I came too.

I started to help her out.

I was nine years old.

My mother worked here for a while, but then she died as well.

Once, I was collecting here on the ramp...

when the gate of the garbage truck fell off.

It fell on me, and started to drag me and crush me...