Some of the trucks loading at this terminal were filled to capacity, but latecomers were still arriving. The resulting crowding made some of the trucks look and feel like cattle transports. In this image, I interpret that crowding by making the viewer actually feel the pressures of the moment. I focused on the man in the background, his face brilliantly illuminated by the harsh mid-day sun. He is seated with his back against the board wall, awash in a sea of hats. Everyone in this image is anonymous, except for him. He bears this pressure with passive strength and wears his Quecha sash with pride. He has most likely endured such crowding at Sucre’s Ravelo terminal before, and he probably will again.