Rio Tinto: Lost Coconuts

I’m just nine years old, not knowing what life is all about, looking at the grains of white sand, hoping that someday soon I will become a man. I’m a warrior; I’m a hunter; I’m a fisherman; I’m a survivor. In this godforsaken place, I can only see the darkness that lies before me as my destiny, in this bleak place called Rio Tinto.