Today was a morning like any other for Raphael as his bare feet walked along the stupp, his eyes searching for something good. He watched the other dumpsite boys sifting through the trash, and he noticed his friend Gardo not too far away. He stepped on something hard and heard the familiar crunch. Plastic. He picked it up, knowing he'd get a bit of cash for it as he continued searching. That was until he noticed cars driving past the dumpsite— nice cars. Those were rare to see around here. They must be foreigners heading to the mission school, he thought.