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I got up early to photograph the dawn in Rio de Janeiro, but that was in my memory and it seemed that people simply refused to see. They seemed intoxicated with the splendor of a city that was once the seat of the Brazilian kingdom and forgot the most needy. I speak for myself too. Everything is so wonderful, different and new that extending our gaze to the margins of society is difficult. Go beyond where electric scooters can take you.
I would walk back from the statue of Carlos Drummond after the failed attempt to portray the dawn in Copacabana. Even getting up before six in the morning, I failed the mission. The sun had already appeared and the cloudy weather did not favor my compositions at all. Perhaps it was the work of fate. The principal was yet to come.
Photographing everything that caught my attention by the shore, like a typical and careless tourist, I followed with the camera in hand ready for whatever came. It was then that I looked up at something beside a trash can. It was a person. The day had barely dawned and he was still sleeping under a thin blanket. I stopped and photographed.
I came as close to the person as possible, but still trying not to wake him. I took three photos and left with the feeling of helplessness throbbing in my chest. How many people like those don't live in extreme situations in that city? Wow, that seems to have made the number of homeless people triple. I paid more attention to the path I had taken earlier and on the way back I met more and more people in a similar situation to that person on the beach.
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