Since I graduated architectural my passion has always been found to use my knowledge to help others. When I started working, all my hopes were dashed when I discovered that the reality was far from what I had expected. Then I decided I had to use my time to do the things I believed and not sell it to third parties stuck to spend full days in the office. I worked for a long time to save enough to buy a plane ticket to Latin America of ... and here I am, in Brazil.

I went to live in one of the favelas of Rio de Janeiro, integration was quick and very satisfying. There I began to work with the residents in multiple tasks: building tips, help in the education of their children, small reforms, collaborative meetings to discuss issues, participation in organizing events ... So I had the opportunity to meet to fund a totally hidden for other people (including those living in less deprived areas of Rio de Janeiro) and I had the idea for a community project with all the people I had learned so much reality.

My project was to transladar a faithful record of reality we are living in the place where it is now my home. These are times of great events (the last World Cup and the next Olympics), as well as alleged changes (or not so changes) in society. So I decided to focus on the vision that people who are living in favelas, which are really the ones experiencing the greatest change in their lives.

All are new ways of understanding the change in the carioca culture; pacification, the testimonies of the inhabitants, the struggle for water, the Olympics, the conversion of the favelas in exotic pieces and tourisM ... gentrification, the black economy, increased "gringos" in the community and its consequences ...

To this end I was using lots of graphics, testimonial and visual material. Unfortunately, during my project, I was robbed an important tool: my camera. It was back to one of my jobs when two children under 15 years old and semi-nude pointed me with a broken bottle and asked me what I had. At the beginning I was quite scared and tried to talk to them, but the situation was very dangerous and I remembered the advice he had given me, do not resist, they are more afraid than you and will not hesitate to attack. I gave everything I had, even my shoes away. That day I felt several conflicting feelings: on one hand fear and helplessness (they were taking my most precious object) and the other a sense of wanting to understand what had brought these two children to act that way; how would their lives, how they would have been.

My project is now stalled because I do not have the financial means to buy another camera. Working entirely altruistic and this has the disadvantage that when you have a loss like this, all your work is paralyzed.