I'm Joel Vegerano. I'm 33 years old.
I'm a trolley pusher.
In the morning you need to put oil in the bearings,
so the wheels won't rust and you can move fast.
Around 5am passengers begin to arrive.
At the start it's push and run, push and run. Push and run.
By the afternoon we earn around 10 dollars.
After paying for food we're left with around five or six dollars.
It feels disconcerting and scary when a train passes by.
We don't know if we're shaking because of how loud the horns are,
or the rumble of the wheels.
Last month a train driver kept blowing his horn
but he hit a trolley pusher.
The pusher died. Even his heart came out of his body.
We use the trolley because it's easier to take trips to where we want to go.
There is no traffic and less pollution.
It's also a great help to [the pushers] who have no jobs.
It's painful and you feel numb.
If it's uphill and the trolley is full and you're the only one pushing, it's difficult.
We still need to push, even if it hurts.
By 9pm, the number of passengers tails off.
We wait until there's no more.
Then we sleep, using our trolleys as a bed.
Our life here is:
If you do not push then you do not eat.