In Managua there is a village built on garbage. The dump is home to 6,000 men, women and children, spanning three generations, whose day-to-day existence depends on the waste they salvage. They pick through the refuse for food, clothing, shoes and recyclables like tin and plastic bottles. A few years ago houses were constructed for the dump's resident scavengers but bit by bit they sold off the building materials for a few cordobas (Nicaraguan currency).
It's a gorgeous setting but my mind keeps going back to the dump.