Under a burning sun and feet in the mud, for hours, we see them working far in the rice fields. With heat and light, you can hardly see their silhouettes. Their faces and bodies are completely covered. One might think they have no identity. Who are they? How old are they, what is their story? Impossible to know who is under the hood. Let’s go out to meet those damned of the earth, who sacrifice themselves, like angels, to offer us rice in our plates.