Living on the edge

On Jakarta's fringe are tips where everyone's rubbish comes, followed soon after by the most desperate people. They build their villages here - in the tips - to live amongst and eek out a living from waste.







Food, water and livestock are all amongst the rubbish.




Children wait at home for their parents to return from raking through the mountains of trash.







The better houses are surrounded by the waste, the worse are made from it.




Day and night, without respite, garbage trucks roar up and down the road, dumping their loads amongst the villagers then returning to collect more from the city.




They are driven until they die. In the centre of town is a garbage truck graveyard.










Around the clock garbage is dumped, sifted through and sorted. Meanwhile village life carries on alongside the only local industry.




Children play amongst it all.




This is the world their dreams are born in. This is what they know. They make games jumping pools of putrid water and laugh when their friends fall in.







In the centre of the village is a tiny school. Some children without uniforms, others wearing crisp white shirts. All want to practice English.













What do they imagine of the world up that long road of so many garbage trucks?