For some people they were a miracle, for others they were a trick of fate and for the most practical they were a group of forty-five women and sixty children, who, against all expectations and theories on survival, lived on a piece of that yellowMoreFor some people they were a miracle, for others they were a trick of fate and for the most practical they were a group of forty-five women and sixty children, who, against all expectations and theories on survival, lived on a piece of that yellow sand, and, in order not to belie the characteristics of that place, they played the part of themselves, non stop.Basically in this part of the world, everyone was themselves, and did no more and no less than what fate asked of them.Things happened one after the other, or else all at the same time, depending on how they were supposed to be done and it was all perfect.Even Pão made up part of the logic of the events.