'Solo un Cargador' (Porter) is not a document; it is rather a meditation aloud. The narration - by an anonymous porter - is terse and subdued. While dragging the gear of strangers through mountains and jungles, his thoughts wonder beyond material ambition. His point of view resists the pressure of a brutal context and instead it gives way to a set of subtle, intimate, and intense revelations. His words evoke time and again, an ageless longing for justice and redemption, a voice with no trace of hatred but everlasting distrust and ambivalence over his desire for 'a better life'; and ultimately, the silent disillusion of the destitute with a world that will never be fair...'