The river is still ours
"Doubt. The word was there, written on a small square sticker, attached to the handrail of the D Luís I bridge’s lower deck. I noticed this when I photographed him: he balanced on the iron railing like an experienced juggler, focused, without hesitation, showing experience.
He came near to his friends who were preparing to jump into the river and were already outside; hands and arms intertwined in that X-shaped iron lattice with over 130 years old. In front of them, more than 50 feet down, the river that, shining in the sun, looks like gold. They show no fear. They smile at us while we pass on the bridge, "give me one euro so I can jump into the river" and closing the hand "I hold it here when I jump, I don't lose it". "Give it to me and I'll keep it in my shoe"- said a second boy - "in the end we share". I know it's true because I saw it more than once. They do it in groups of 3 or 4 and, in the end, they get together and count the money they made, before and after the jump."
Delfim Correlo, Portugal, Porto
