Screams, cries, sales, songs and the train passing in the middle of the chaos that is experienced every day. You look up a little and between the rain and the wind, thousands of zinc roofs loom over one of the largest, poorest and most marginal slums in the world. And this is the origin of each of Maisha's mothers. An adverse origin, with a raw past, tinged with inequalities, injustices, violence of all kinds and often drug trafficking. And hurts. It hurts to think, feel and live for a few moments this reality, which over the years being in Kenya never ceases to surprise me and stir my head, my heart and my stomach.