It’s four-thirty in the morning. We have barely slept for two hours but we want to take advantage of this trip to its fullest. We go to the stands that are selling dogs and cats in the Three Birds new market. We walk by the security guard, who is half asleep and seems unaware of our presence. There is no one around, it seems to be one of those dead hours that the customers have not yet arrived. We take advantage of this to videotape cats and dogs who are watching us with fear. One of the dogs is wounded and is limping noticeably. Another, with the collar still around his neck, walks to the metal bars of his cage looking for us. From time to time someone comes and looks at us with curiosity and some concern. We continue to document the situation of these animals and, after an hour, when the rest of the vendors start to appear we decided to leave.