There is no park in Rio de Janeiro like Campo de Santana, a constantly evolving place. For two months, we documented the park, talking with both regulars and everyday workers. What we found was not exactly Eden nor was the park as dangerous as its reputation, but a complicated place of beauty. There were scavengers and wandering vendors, people who brought transistor radios every day, saints feeding the animals, and activists protesting the police who came sweeping through the park. There were also lost souls hiding from society.