It’s 5 o’clock in the morning in the city of Tegucigalpa, Honduras. The sun has yet to rise, and the only light to be seen comes from a window, through which you can see a teenaged boy under an incandescent bulb swinging from the ceiling.
He sits on the edge of his bed reading a Bible and praying before he puts on his shoes and walks out to a truck waiting at the end of his road. The driver is a man from the boy’s church, and together they’re going to roam the area, selling fish out of the coolers in the truck’s bed.
This is how Santos begins every weekday. Secondary education isn’t cheap, and Santos’ goal of becoming an industrial engineer doesn’t pay for itself. So every morning, he works with Mario, selling fish out of the back of his truck. While this is a steady job that provides the income Santos and his family need, it’s not the only income-generating opportunity in the neighborhood.