tv cruise from around the world had come to report on the clothes dumping ground. manuel olivas tells them about her plight. she lives off a poultry state pension, the equivalent of just $115.00 euros a month. her husband is sick, they're all alone. so moving can we? we are hot outside town. you know law leaves no that no one will see what they're up to. so they come here and robert slam on in the urine for him. they've taken my rabbits, my ducks and pigs, even my birds are huddled around for your mother. bravo. oh, the couple still have a few animals left, but they live in constant fear of being robbed again. they are not in compassion. they no, no, no one takes pity on us. all that i keep chickens and ducks at least, and here and there i grow some plants, grey. oh, you didn't wanna see him, bro, yahoo! the money they make from recycling clothes is much needed. beg of me, is it for this? oh yes it, as they struggle to make ends meet, rejected clothing produced in china and bungler dash and sold in the us and europe continues to pile up around them. the sun on the town of alto species