Accidented labourers are looking at us:How do they feel? What are their hopes? What does the future hold for them?Every line on their faces is sculpted by life itself.In contrast, a system filled with danger and injustice looms overhead.

Me, my union buddy, Petrobras, and Brazil.

In the desert, a lone rider approaches at full gallop. His old, tired horse doesn’t convince. We repeat the sequence. Still not convincing. What are we going to do with this horse ?

Parents feed eggs to their children. They do even when the children refuses. The children are sick and tired of the eggs. Now, they begin to think of a way to make eggs run out.