Angel Villanueva waded into the dirty
brown water of the Guaire River, the putrid channel snaking through Venezuela's
capital, where he hoped to scavenge for a bit of treasure. He raked his hands
across the bottom of the shallow waterway, turning his face away from the foul
smell. Then he stood up, letting gravel and rocks fall through his fingers,
scanning for an earring backing, lost rings or any other bits of precious metal
to cash in for food. Scavenging alongside two others, Villanueva, 26, kept an
eye on the dark clouds buffeting the mountains that surround Caracas. They
could burst at any time, leaving him minutes to get out - or be washed away to
his death. More…
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