A young boy goes from street to street, not caring for the sweetness of the drink, nor the brand written on the bottle. He only wants the empties. The soda may spill, the juice may be wasted, but the bottle—empty and weightless—becomes his treasure. While others value what’s inside, he values what’s left behind. His world is not about taste, but about trade. He reminds us: sometimes survival is found not in what we consume, but in what we collect after others are done.
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