Le travail des enfants partout dans le monde
Summary
TLDR这段视频记录了世界各地的儿童在极度贫困和艰苦的工作条件下努力生存的现实。从乌干达的盐湖到阿富汗的砖厂,从尼泊尔的茶园到几内亚的市场,孩子们每天工作长达14小时,面临着身体和心理上的巨大挑战。他们的梦想是继续学业,摆脱贫困,为自己和家人创造更好的未来。视频展现了他们不屈不挠的精神和对教育的渴望,以及他们如何通过劳动来支持家庭和自己的梦想。
Takeaways
- 🏗️ 在乌干达的卡特韦盐湖,成千上万的人依赖采盐为生,这里的盐被称为‘白金色’,但采盐条件极其恶劣。
- 👧 许多儿童从很小的时候就开始在盐湖工作,他们每天工作长达14小时,几乎没有选择。
- 🎒 儿童们希望通过采盐赚取的钱来购买书包和校服,因为他们的衣物状况很差,有的已经因无法支付费用而被学校开除。
- 🤕 采盐工人常常受伤,盐水侵蚀伤口,引起疼痛和烧伤,严重影响他们的健康。
- 🌞 盐湖工人在高达40度的高温下工作,恶劣的工作环境使得他们面临着健康风险。
- 🔧 在尼泊尔,一些儿童在五岁时就开始工作,他们每天工作到很晚,几乎没有时间上学。
- 🔄 回收利用是一些儿童的工作,他们在垃圾中寻找可以卖钱的物品,以此来贴补家用。
- 🧱 一些儿童在砖厂工作,他们的工作包括混合泥土和水制作砖块,长时间蹲坐工作非常辛苦。
- 🌾 在巴基斯坦,贫困驱使儿童在砖厂工作,他们的收入非常微薄。
- 🛠️ 一些儿童在木工厂工作,尽管他们被称为实习生,但他们的工作时间长且辛苦。
- 🌍 教育是打破贫困循环的关键,但许多儿童因为家庭贫困而无法接受教育,他们的未来似乎已被封印。
Q & A
这段文字描述的是哪个国家的情况?
-这段文字描述的是乌干达的卡特威盐湖,以及在该地区工作的人们的生活情况。
卡特威盐湖在乌干达有什么重要性?
-卡特威盐湖是乌干达唯一的盐产地,也是成千上万人的唯一收入来源,被称为“白金色”的产地。
在卡特威盐湖工作的孩子们每天的工作时长是多少?
-在卡特威盐湖工作的孩子们每天工作约14个小时,从早上8点开始,到晚上10点结束。
这些孩子们为什么要从事如此艰苦的工作?
-这些孩子们从事艰苦的工作是因为他们没有选择,他们的家庭贫困,需要他们通过工作来帮助家庭生存。
这些孩子们的梦想是什么?
-这些孩子们的梦想是继续他们的学业,因为他们知道如果停止上学,他们将一生都在这里工作。
在乌干达,有多少儿童因为家庭贫困而无法继续上学?
-在乌干达,有成千上万的儿童因为家庭贫困而无法继续上学,他们不得不从事艰苦的体力劳动来维持生计。
这些孩子们工作的盐湖环境有什么特点?
-盐湖环境极其恶劣,工人们在几乎没有40度的高温下工作,盐分侵蚀皮肤,造成疼痛和伤口。
这些孩子们如何利用他们微薄的收入?
-这些孩子们用他们微薄的收入购买学校用品,如背包和制服,以及帮助家庭支付其他费用。
在乌干达,儿童劳动的现象普遍吗?
-是的,在乌干达,儿童劳动的现象非常普遍,特别是在贫困家庭中,儿童被迫从事各种劳动以帮助家庭生存。
这段文字中提到的孩子们的年龄范围是多少?
-这段文字中提到的孩子们的年龄范围从5岁到14岁不等。
这些孩子们对于自己的未来有什么期望?
-这些孩子们期望能够通过接受教育改变自己的命运,摆脱贫困,实现更好的生活。
Outlines
🏋️♂️ 艰苦的盐湖劳作
这段视频脚本描述了乌干达Katwe盐湖的劳作情况。工人们,特别是儿童,每天从早上8点工作到晚上10点,制作2000块砖。这些儿童因为家庭贫困,被迫放弃学业,从事繁重的体力劳动。他们的梦想是继续学习,摆脱这种艰苦的生活。视频中还提到了盐湖是乌干达唯一的盐源,也是数千人唯一的收入来源,工人们在恶劣的条件下收获这种“白金色”资源。
🔨 铁匠工坊的艰辛生活
视频的这一部分展示了Nayan和其他工人在铁匠工坊的生活。Nayan在午餐休息时几乎没有足够的钱买一个甜甜圈。他在一个10平方米的工坊里与其他五名工人一起制作枪支和消防水带。Nayan自11或12岁以来就在这里工作,由于父母离异和被遗弃,他不得不在这里谋生。工坊经理像父亲一样照顾他,但Nayan没有接受教育,他的未来似乎已经被封印在这里。视频还描述了其他工人的生活,他们在垃圾堆中寻找可以回收的物品,以此赚取微薄的收入。
🏭 砖厂儿童的艰辛与梦想
这一段落讲述了在砖厂工作的儿童们的生活。他们每天工作14小时,每周工作6天,制作砖块。尽管工作艰苦,但他们通过这种方式为家庭提供经济支持。视频中的孩子们表达了他们的梦想,希望能够有一天去美国,帮助母亲治愈疾病。此外,还有来自阿富汗的Ali,他在砖厂工作,每天只能赚取很少的钱。视频强调了贫困是巴基斯坦的主要问题,许多儿童不得不辍学去工作。
🛠️ 木工车间的童工
视频的这一部分揭示了木工车间中童工的现实。这些孩子在木工车间进行为期12小时的实习,他们被告知这是为了发现木工职业的乐趣。然而,实际上他们在这里进行艰苦的劳动,而不是在学校学习。视频还提到了一些孩子因为家庭贫困而不得不在市场卖鞋或其他小饰品,他们的梦想是变得富有并成为医生。此外,还有一些孩子在汽车修理厂学习修车,他们的未来似乎已经被锁定在这个行业。
🏗️ 采石场的艰难生计
这一段落描述了在采石场工作的儿童和他们家庭的艰难生活。这些儿童每天与父母一起在采石场破石头,他们不得不放弃学业来帮助家庭生存。他们的工作非常辛苦,有时候甚至一个月或两个月都赚不到一分钱。视频还提到了一个名叫Amara的工头,他对工人非常严格,任何小的争执都可能导致被解雇。此外,还有孩子们在高温下工作的场景,他们面临着严重的中暑风险。
👟 市场小贩的艰辛与希望
视频的这一部分讲述了Aïcha,一个10岁的小女孩,她在市场卖鞋和其他小饰品的艰辛生活。她不得不放弃学业来帮助家庭,每天独自在市场工作,晚上将赚到的钱交给母亲。尽管生活艰难,但她仍然梦想着变得富有,成为一名医生,并为父母建造一座房子。视频还展示了其他儿童在市场、汽车修理厂和其他地方的劳动场景,他们的梦想是继续学习,摆脱贫困。
🌟 寻找黄金的希望
这一段落描述了在金矿工作的儿童们的生活。他们希望能找到金子,但大多数时候只能找到微量的金粒。尽管如此,当他们找到金子时,会感到非常高兴。视频还提到了Gemma,一个将要出售她找到的金子的女孩,她希望能买到市场上的动物。视频强调了这些儿童来自贫困家庭,他们不得不辍学来从事这种艰苦的工作。
📚 洞穴中的教育希望
视频的这一部分讲述了在阿富汗一个洞穴中生活的家庭的故事。尽管生活条件艰苦,但这些家庭仍然坚持让孩子接受教育。Frichta是一位教师,也是一名大学生,她教授男女学生,并梦想成为一名助产士。视频还提到了Unicef的统计数据,显示阿富汗的文盲率非常高。教育被视为通向和平未来的关键。
Mindmap
Keywords
💡童工
💡贫困
💡教育
💡梦想
💡生存
💡劳动条件
💡家庭责任
💡健康
💡社会变革
💡希望
Highlights
从六岁开始工作的孩子们面临的艰辛和挑战。
孩子们每天制作2000块砖,工作时间长且收入微薄。
Katwe Salt Lake是乌干达唯一的盐源,也是数千人的唯一收入来源。
在恶劣的条件下收获的“白金”——盐。
孩子们因为工作而被迫辍学,他们的未来似乎已被封印。
尽管出身贫困,乌干达仍有人完成了大学学业。
在高温下工作的成年人面临不育的风险。
孩子们在盐湖中工作时遭受的伤痛和烧伤。
孩子们的梦想是继续学业,摆脱贫困。
在垃圾场工作的孩子们,他们的生活充满了危险和不确定性。
孩子们在砖厂工作,每天工作14小时,每周工作6天。
孩子们通过在垃圾中寻找可回收物品来赚取微薄的收入。
尽管面临困境,孩子们仍然保持着希望和梦想。
孩子们在木工作坊工作,尽管被告知他们正在接受职业培训,但实际上他们的未来并不乐观。
在巴基斯坦,40%的人口生活在贫困线以下,孩子们不得不工作以帮助家庭。
孩子们在茶园工作,他们的小身板使他们能够轻松地在灌木下工作。
尽管面临健康风险,孩子们仍然坚持工作以支持家庭。
孩子们在金矿工作,他们的梦想是找到金子来改变生活。
孩子们在市场工作,他们的梦想是变得富有并帮助家人。
孩子们在汽车修理厂工作,他们通过学习技能来改善未来的生活。
在阿富汗,尽管生活条件艰苦,但教育被视为和平未来的关键。
Transcripts
I started when I was six.
It's so tiring.
If we want to survive,
they have to help me here.
What do you want to do in life?
I really don't want to do this job.
How many bricks do you make in a day?
2000.
And how old are you ?
Five years.
I wake up
at 8 a.m.
and I finish around 10 p.m.
It's not that we like doing that,
but we don't really have a choice.
Barely arrived,
children start a dance
which lasts almost
all day.
It's so tiring
We trample the salt,
to make small pieces.
Afterwards,
We will clean it
so that it turns white.
When brings a lot of salt,
we ask our mother
to buy us backpacks
and new uniforms for the school.
At the moment, ours
are really in poor condition.
We already got kicked out of school
because she couldn't pay.
Seen from above,
The color palette makes the place
spectacular.
Seen from below,
This is an other story.
Katwe Salt Lake
is the only source of salt in Uganda.
And especially,
the only source of income
thousands of people.
White gold
is harvested under conditions
terrible.
Each saltworks produces its own salt.
The quality of the salt depends on the colors.
There are some for animals
or black for example,
that we need to clean.
I have injuries
and it hurts me
when I enter the water.
Like this wound here:
the salt eats it away.
Often,
I do not feel good
because of these burns.
They really hurt me a lot.
I've been working in the salt works for eight years
I started when I was six.
NOW,
I have fourteen.
Me,
my dream,
it would be to continue my studies.
Because I know that
those who stop school
will work here all their lives.
I don't see my future here.
I will do everything
to succeed in my studies
and get my family out of this misery.
Their fate seems sealed.
And yet.
In Uganda,
some manage the feat of finishing
university studies
even though they come from an equally poor background.
The majority of workers
are children.
It gets hot very quickly
Inside the workshops,
It's almost 40 degrees all the time
Because of the heat,
The men who handle the molten metal,
risk becoming sterile.
After work,
I feel very tired.
I feel weak and...
I don't want to eat rice.
The work is hard,
It's hot and...
there is a lot of smoke,
dust,
and sweat.
Nayan is a little hand of steel.
That day,
on his lunch break,
he barely has enough to pay a donut.
I wake up at 8 a.m.,
but I'm starting fresh.
I finish late in the evening,
around ten p.m.
Well... it depends on the boss.
It's like that.
At the bottom of a dusty courtyard,
Nayan shares her workshop
ten square meters,
with five other workers.
They make guns
fire hose.
Come on hurry up !
Nayan is responsible for preparing the land
which is used to make the molds.
How old are you ?
I am between eleven and twelve years old.
You work here Since when ?
Since a year.
After getting divorced,
his mother abandoned him.
And his father
quickly got rid of him
by placing it here.
I have a beautiful mother
who doesn't want me.
And my father beats me.
This is why that I work here
You know, I'm a man.
I have humanity.
That's why I keep it here.
It is the workshop manager who takes care of it,
like a father.
NOW,
he is his guardian.
If he learns manual labor,
he doesn't have to go to school.
With manual labor,
We can survive.
If no one teaches him,
Nayan will never know how to read or write
like most workers.
For him, school is over.
All his life,
he risks spending it here,
in the furnace and filth.
And boss, is it ready?
But why did you do it like that?
This is not compliant.
We didn't have much time!
Ah OK...
This is why you cheated...
To save time !
Show me everything you've done!
Every day,
the little boy from the bottom of his smoking hole
had the same dream.
I don't know where my mother is,
but...
she's alive.
22 hours,
marks the end of his working day.
The little ten year old boy
has the right to wash in this dirty place
and infested with mosquitoes.
He has to fend for himself
for everything.
Go to bed.
Take a blanket.
Everyone sleeps in their workshop.
For example,
them,
they sleep here.
The only luxury for Nayan,
her boss allows her to sleep in the office
located above the workshop.
When I sleep,
I do not dream.
It's not difficult work.
Only,
be careful
when they set waste on fire.
It's just that.
Like Elsa,
There are dozens of them searching
in the rubbish,
looking for even the slightest plastic bottle.
Tins
and other objects,
which can be resold
to the recycler.
Little hands,
get fifty centimes from it.
the ten kilo bundle.
Some tickets
which make it possible to complete
family income.
Not counting the little extras
who hide in the trash
of those who lack nothing.
I found a pair of sandals!
Oh no, they're broken.
Axel, twelve years old,
and his little brother Alfredo,
seven years,
work at the landfill every day.
children are extraordinary
that they can forget the horror of the landfill.
Time for some improvised games.
Alfredo escapes,
but his big brother,
does not lose sight of the dangers that surround him.
I don't like my little brother coming here.
Something could happen to him.
There are many carcasses of stray dogs,
chickens, pigs.
The vultures end up eating them
until there's nothing left.
Not to mention the smoke from plastics
which burn all day long.
The smell of garbage is very strong
and the smoke poisons us.
She is very dangerous
and it enters our lungs
without us realizing it.
It's killing us.
You shouldn't stay there too long.
With what I earn, I can help my mother.
In front of their landfill,
there is a border.
And all their hopes.
They dream,
to have one day
enough money
to pay a river ferryman
and embark on the great adventure.
do you see the shore opposite?
This is Mexico.
This is where the American dream begins.
I promise you that one day we will reach the United States.
One time over there,
we can help mom financially
And especially,
she will be able to cure her illness.
I promise you that one day we will live in America.
What's your name my boy?
Shaheed.
And how many bricks do you make in a day?
two thousand.
And how old are you ?
I'm ten years old.
My name is Tarek.
And how old are you ?
Five years.
Their littlest brother
is still too young
to work fourteen hours a day,
six days a week.
But he knows what awaits him.
Like these children playing right next door.
What do you children play?
To make bricks.
Ali is an Afghan refugee.
He is justly paid by the brick,
1 Pakistani rupee per brick
Ali, how long have you worked here?
I work in brickyards
since I was a child.
How much do you manage to earn per day?
By working in groups of four,
about ten euros.
Poverty,
it is the number one scourge in Pakistan.
40% of the population
lives on less than twenty-three euros per month
and per person.
Send their children to secular public school,
it costs money.
You have to pay for school,
books,
the uniform.
108 toddlers
are working hard in this carpentry.
Or rather, having fun.
According to the foreman.
they tell us that everyone goes to school
and they are there, on internship,
for a discovery,
of the carpenter's profession.
Hey!
you have to scrub well
to make it all smooth!
Like that,
You're quick too!
And you hurry!
Hey you!
you don't have any sandpaper?
Come on, where is your sandpaper?
Hold !
So !
Take it
and you come this way.
Apply the product against the wood.
It's like that.
You move it up and down.
Look at,
This is how you should do it.
How old is the little one there?
Five years.
Everything you see there,
the big one, there,
many started like that.
At this age.
Thanks to these internships,
He would therefore have created vocations.
But quickly,
the foreman forgets that he is wearing a microphone.
I told them that all the children go to school
and as it is a big vacation,
they come here like that.
like this we train them little by little
and don't just sit around and do nothing.
You should not say anything disturbing.
Understood ?
What does he want to do?
later the little boy?
You have to tell them that you want to be a carpenter.
I want to be a carpenter.
Do you like sanding?
It must be said that it really pleases.
I really like it.
These children aged between five and sixteen,
work almost twelve hours a day.
The physical consequences are terrible
on their little bodies.
Are you tired
in the evening after work?
Very tired.
But how do you feel at the end of work?
That hurts me,
my shoulders hurt.
The mine,
nine years,
makes the same gesture
since the morning.
If you are not used to doing this,
it hurts.
You see these marks that are on my hand
My palm...
there...
it heats up a lot.
It's the plane that makes it heat up.
It hurts me all the time.
Hey, Lamine!
Children!
Come on, let's go home.
The army of little hands
stays in dormitories located three kilometers away.
Coming from extremely poor families,
these little boys
were all rented to the carpentry
for a little money.
Some
haven't seen their parents in six years.
She toils in an urban career
on the outskirts of the capital.
Here,
women and children crush construction rubble.
They resell them to building contractors,
who mix them with cement.
There are still some guys
who do not abandon women.
The sons of Raquet,
are hard at work.
It's been almost seven years,
that I do this work.
And how old are you ?
I'm fourteen.
I started when I was six.
It's very hard work.
And we don't earn much.
I continue to go to school,
but when there is no class,
I'm coming back to work here.
The little convicts,
brings a few extra cents to the family.
In Chad,
many live day to day.
without knowing if they will have anything
buy yourself a meal.
Passi,
ten years,
and his eight-year-old brother
work in a brickyard.
One of the most grueling jobs in the world.
When we make bricks by mixing clay and water,
which is more difficult
it’s squatting for hours.
On average,
they chain the bricks together
9 hours a day.
Everything we do is very hard.
Mold the bricks,
then carry them on the head
and then cook them.
It all takes a lot of effort.
I started working 7 years ago.
In their village,
almost all children work.
I don't know how much it weighs.
It is heavy
but I have to do it.
With this work,
I can pay for school,
clothes
and other things.
The rest I give to my parents.
In Burundi,
primary school is free
but not secondary.
The children,
spend only a few hours there per week.
Once dry,
they stack the bricks,
to form an oven.
The owner of the briquette factory,
started at the same age as Passi.
It's a good job.
If the children work well,
if they make a lot of bricks,
I think they can hope to win
1.50 euros per day.
And later,
when they grow up,
They will in turn be able to put other children to work.
The small business is doing well,
Passi,
would like in the future
have the same success...
and a little more, anyway!
I pour a little beer on this oven,
to chase away my evil spirits.
Because I don't want them to make us miss cooking the bricks.
Thanks to this profession,
I dream of one day being able to afford a beautiful house,
buy nice cars,
and also be able to give work to others.
So that everyone can hope to have a good life.
690,000 children,
aged 5 to 14 years old,
would practice the profession of an adult in Burundi.
On the road,
little hands trying to earn something to eat
by repairing the broken track.
At each of its passages,
Alassane gives them the equivalent of ten euro cents.
They repaired the road well.
They worked well.
Today, we won one euro and fifty.
I stopped school after CE1
because my family is poor.
All drivers
do not give a ticket.
Here,
A quarter of the workers
are children.
In Nepal,
one in three children
works from the age of five.
Age to wear.
I am thirteen.
I have been doing this work for two years.
I live one night away.
I go home every six months.
I'm eleven years old.
How long has she worked here?
This woman plays an essential role.
Each stamp stroke,
corresponds
on a round trip.
I have 31 tampons.
And I can go up to 140.
There is no shortage of work for the children.
Like in this tea plantation.
Despite his young age,
Rubel already works as much as an adult.
Rubel collects the nuts,
the fruits of tea trees.
Afterwards, they will be used to replant them.
Like Rubel,
Fifty children work here.
They are an ideal workforce.
Their small size,
allows them to easily pass under shrubs.
Rubel is the son of a bamboo cutter.
His family's income are very thin,
especially since his mother fell ill.
I have been doing this job for a year.
You go to school ?
I can't go to school anymore.
For what ?
Because I have to replace my mother on the plantation.
How old are you ?
Ten years,
Barely ten years old.
You worked well ?
How many did you collect?
Six dozen!
Are you sure ?
Yes !
I can go ?
Then go.
Exhausted,
Rubel still has to walk six kilometers
to deliver their goods.
The only consolation,
his house is on the route.
He can rest for a few minutes.
His mom,
hope he holds up.
Because the doctor strictly forbade him
to return to the plantation.
I have heart disease.
My lungs hurt.
Rubel receives 3.20 euros per week.
Six times less than his mother whom he replaces.
His salary barely enough to feed
his four brothers and sisters,
who, them,
do not work.
The tea factory is still five kilometers away
of his village.
I have to hurry
to deliver to the plantation.
There are hundreds like him
to return from the fields.
Bags filled with tea leaves
and nuts.
The day after,
Rubel will return to work at dawn.
She works with her seven children
to Bobo's career.
A hundred men and women
run out here every day.
Fatimata and these children
are at the end of the chain.
My children don't go to school.
However, they should all be there.
In place,
they come here with me,
to break stones.
We have to do it like that.
We do not have the choice.
If we want to survive,
They have to help me here.
We don't make money all the time.
Sometimes,
we spend a month or two
without earning a single cent.
and when we manage to sell,
we touch about ten,
Around twenty,
or even around thirty euros.
It depends.
It all also depends on the good want from a man.
He reigns supreme
on the gravel convicts.
The slightest dispute,
and it is exclusion from the career.
almost a right of life or death.
Amara, the foreman,
reigns terror.
I'm the one who orders everyone here.
All these people are under my command.
I am the chef.
I tell them what to do.
The man is tough as much as he is clever.
He quickly understood that the reconstruction of the country
was going to explode demand for gravel.
These kids are not at the show.
No.
They wait patiently
let the heat do its work.
35 degrees outside
and 45 degrees inside the dumpster,
promise them to win
some money.
You did see ?
It melted.
Since when
the banks of the Nile
are no longer covered in ice?
Impossible to know.
But once this last piece melts,
the fish risk catching,
a serious heat stroke.
To avoid losing the goods,
I add ice.
This way the fish stays fresh.
I try to keep it well.
Well now,
He needs to get out of there quickly.
The shovel is not enough,
but with extra arms,
they have a chance.
Adam,
pays for them with a handful of peanuts.
The expression,
has never lived up to its name so well.
But Adam,
finds that the children are not going fast enough.
And especially,
that some show bad will
by throwing the stones anywhere.
Little arms,
but damn strong.
Well, peanuts are nice,
but money is much better.
Clever,
the children surround the truck.
If he wants to leave,
Adam has to check out.
The downpours,
scared away the rare customers
of the day.
Aïcha, ten years old,
Don't go home completely empty-handed.
I sold a few shoes today.
And it's really not easy in the rain.
I work alone at the market.
And the night,
I give the money earned to my mother.
To help his family,
the young girl no longer goes to school.
She scours the region's markets,
selling sandals
and other trinkets.
I dream of being rich,
to become a doctor.
When I have a lot of money,
I would build a house.
for mom and dad.
The garage is kept
by little kings of resourcefulness.
They are between 7
and 12 years old.
These children come from isolated villages.
Since they don't go to school,
They are in the workshop
to learn how to repair cars.
And then it becomes their job.
Fortunately for him,
his 4x4 is more than rudimentary.
To repair it,
is almost child's play.
Here, driving wheels don't last very long.
They break easily
due to the poor condition of the roads.
During the last census,
in 2014,
Burma
counted nearly
4 million children
at work.
In Cotonou,
The arrival of a truck is a source of tipping.
The little delivery men
crowd around the dumpster.
Do you know where the pharmacy is?
Yes sir.
Okay then go ahead!
Keïta
receives 50 euro cents per trip.
The pharmacy is actually
grocery store.
Medication
are stored
between cigarettes,
the canned goods
and cans of condensed milk.
he sells them individually
without worrying about the number
days needed for treatment.
I buy medicine for malaria
for my child.
He has had “malaria” for two days.
It is very expensive.
A dose of medicine costs
fifty cents,
way too expensive
for most Guineans.
At 9 years old,
Keïta, the little delivery man,
works as much as an adult.
He runs after customers all day.
Without stopping.
It was my mom who told me to do this.
The hardest,
is to lift the packages
At the end of the day,
Small silhouettes
come to lend a hand.
How old are you ?
Me ?
17 years.
And you ?
How old are you ?
I'm 10 years old.
I'm 14 years old.
And you do this every day?
Yes.
When we don't have school,
We come here
and we work
It's not that we like doing that,
but we don't really have a choice.
Their dream,
would of course find a nugget.
But most of the time,
this is what they find.
It's gold,
gold !
Look.
A tiny glitter.
Rarely anymore.
They are not easily found.
It is complicated.
How does it feel to have found gold?
Well, I'm happy
when I can find it.
That day,
Gemma is in a good mood.
She is going to sell her gold.
Once a week,
a trader buys the production of the miners.
She hopes to get a good price for it
to buy an animal at the market.
They come from poor families and
travelers offer them little things
to fill the ruts with earth,
so that there are no more water holes.
The two girls aged 5 and 13,
grab the shovel right out of school.
And they are far from being the only ones.
Many little hands
stretch all along the track
Families work a little higher
in the fields.
In the city,
the poorest parents
rent the arms of their children to artisans.
For families,
the compensation is not just financial.
There is a job involved.
I came here to work in the garage.
I want to learn the trade.
I want to know everything
and become like the master
The mechanic employs 7 children
and three teenagers
which he remunerates as he sees fit.
It's not easy to earn food.
I get between 8 and 20 euros per day.
If I win a lot,
I give them a lot!
If I earn little,
I give them little!
Because I also take care
from my mother,
of my wife,
of my son.
In Guinea-Conakry,
School is free
and obligatory
of 7
at 16 years old.
But there is a shortage of work in the country.
The children,
are an additional source of income.
In this improvised garage,
run by an orphan from the 2010 earthquake,
The young man repairs the inner tubes
with an ingenious system
of his invention.
I scrape the rubber.
Are you scratching?
I scrape so that it adheres better,
when I glue the other piece...
in order to plug the hole.
It's for my bike.
I drove over a rock and had a flat tire.
It's been 7 years since I started.
And... I still do this job.
All the genius of this boy
lies in its repair process.
Glue is often too expensive
or of poor quality.
So he made this machine
to replace it.
With the heat,
the rubber pieces will fuse together.
We have patches,
but it's not good to use that.
If we do it with glue,
the guy leaves again, but it doesn't last.
It's better to heat.
I invented it.
Then I gave the concept to everyone.
We do it to pay for our uniforms,
and business for school.
In the country,
4 out of 10 children,
live in poverty.
Hunger,
often pushes them towards danger.
This is our bathroom.
This cave is very small.
But we have the conveniences,
and at least,
we can wash.
Living in a cave is not normal.
My whole family is very unhappy living here.
under such conditions.
It's amazing to be in the 21st century
and still living in a cave.
It's hard to believe,
but these terrible living conditions
saved its future.
So that she from misery,
his father allowed him to study.
for a girl,
this is extremely rare in Afghanistan.
Today,
Frichta is a teacher.
But she also goes to college
to become a midwife.
She does class
three hours,
every morning
and six days a week.
There are 45 students
and I teach for boys and girls
but we have a space problem.
The cave is very small
Without her,
the cave children
would have no chance of going to school.
I am doing my best
to support them in their learning.
They work so hard to get there.
I prepare my class as best I can day.
I'm looking for the best method
to teach them to write,
to read...
I encourage them to become,
when they are adults,
well-educated people.
According to Unicef,
in Afghanistan,
45% of men
and 70% of women
are illiterate.
Education and the key to a peaceful future.
In Uganda,
Families work hard
to feed onself.
Before we get too tired,
Halima's children
review their lessons.
Unfortunately, I am a single mother.
But I do everything so that my seven children
live decently.
We have no choice but to survive.
But
Never,
I don't talk to them about my problems.
What do you want to do when you grow up?
I want to be a lawyer!
What do you want to do when you grow up?
I want to become a pilot!
What do you want to do when you grow up?
I want to be a...
a madam.
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