One of the saddest things I saw today at the dump was a young teenager of around 14 sleeping in the open near the road. If he had moved less than 10 feet in the wrong direction he would have been run over by a passing car as he slept. Out in the open like that, bitten by mosquitoes all night, flies on his face must be unbelievably difficult but he appeared to sleep so well. He did not wake up until about an hour after I arrived, snoring, flitting and changing position often, a look of contentment on his young face.