In the streets around Falkland Road, in the heart of crumbling Victorian Mumbai, lives the main part of this Indian city’s prostitute population. In a maze of roads, one more dilapidated than the other, stretches a decaying mixture of run down buildings and human immorality in which people live, work and die; a crazy melting-pot of the Indian universe fed principally during the years of the “green revolution” leading to the formation of an urban wilderness to which the landless are condemned: stories of infinite misery. It is always tricky and difficult to take photos in these places, on road controlled by mafia and by the police, in which moral poverty is fed by destitution and becomes a tangled story of underdevelopment which never seems to have an ending. The pictures speak for themselves: women and transvestites offer clients moments of love in their lurid hovels for 100 rupees: these are “The Cages of Mumbay”. Daughters sold to madams who assure them board and lodgings- human being brutalized in a world that offers a choice between selling oneself or literally dying of hunger. These images of faces, expressions and gestures are robbed by the camera as if picked from a scene and than frozen in a moment of eternity thus summing up vividly the indian universe: creation, destruction and recreation. Human beings about which the world doesn’t care, knows exists but ignores. The street of “Cages” is one of the most photogenic places in the world, not just for the triumph of colour but also for the huge variety of real-life scenes and for the difficulty in capturing and representing them which the image hunter mad. All this and much more is Falkland Road…