In an alley crushed by the heat, Lucas walks alone, accustomed to hunger and indifference. That morning, however, a simple scream will turn his life upside down.
The alley was burning in the late morning sun. The ground was so hot that it seemed to vibrate. Lucas, barely nine years old, moved slowly, a bag of scrap metal almost as big as him trailing behind his frail shoulder.
His shirt was torn. His shorts with holes in the knees. His feet, bare and hardened by the street, burned him at every step.
