Emanuell77

I am a poor boy in Colombia. I've been working for a cigar factory for 7 years now, the pay is meagre and it's only enough for daily food and a small hut next to an empty church. One day the factory was attacked and everyone who was there...

Winter is approaching and the cold makes your cheeks red. I wear my brown leather jacket as I pull the raspberries through London with a wooden wheelbarrow. I'm exhausted, I go to sleep, months go by, it became a hibernation,...