The noise drew me to my balcony, a barrage of rapid high volume verbiage. I thought the addicts had reached a new level of lunacy. But no. It was pastors from the local church who regularly come to pray for the sorry sad souls of the addicts.
My apartment in Natal Brazil overlooked a narrow laneway where crack addicts gathered. At any time of the day or night, I could hear them shouting, screaming, squabbling, fighting, crying, laughing and singing. I could see them puffing on their pipes and at times could smell the acrid smoke. Brazil has the second worst crack cocaine addiction problem in the world. Only the United States has a worse problem. This is part of a series on what I saw. I will intersperse it with other more attractive images to break the unrelenting misery.