
It was a chilly autumn afternoon in Madrid when eleven-year-old Marcos wandered past the neighborhood dumpsters, searching for empty bottles he could sell.
His mother, Anna, worked as a cleaner, and money was always tight. As he walked along a stylish street, something unusual caught his eye: a man in an expensive suit tossing a leather jacket into a trash …
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