I wanted to stop watching this documentary on three occasions, but I knew that to do so, especially from my extremely privileged position as I sit here with nothing but beauty and wonder surrounding me would be doing even more injustice the people featured in it. What can I say? I feel physically sick. I have never been so disturbed by film. What can the lives of these children say to us? I think we need to go beyond the initial knee-jerk response along the lines of "how awful, I must do something about this" and ask what this represents. As we see in the film these children are carrying the burden for the 'sins' of their fathers (and mothers). In some poignant scenes the children seem more mature and more conscientious than those who were charged originally with looking after them. One of the most sickening scenes involves the step-father of Ana and shows just how adults manipulate and offload their own evil - and yes I really do mean evil, I can think of no other word - onto children. How could her mother watch this going on? And yet many of the children still spoke about God? How astonishing... One said, poignantly: 'No, I do not believe in love. I believe in God. He's bigger.' Another, an extremely precocious boy spoke about seeking God no matter how difficult life may be. And finally Macarena, a lost soul if ever there was one, spoke about not belonging to this country and looking forward to meeting her parents in her homeland. Macarena's story is entirely fictional: she never knew her parents. Yet one cannot help feel that yes, perhaps none of these children are of this world having been so brutalised by the very worst side of it.