The sound of music fills my ears, from several rooms behind closed doors. I open one door at the end of the dimly-lit narrow corridor to be greeted by a young woman blowing a French horn and a man at the cello.
In the background, seen through the glass window, is Dandora, a slum that has people and marabou storks scavenging through a mountain of garbage, as large yellow cranes pile more on.
