We sit down and catch up with Julia on some of the concrete stumps outside the church as one of the harm reduction workers comes down from the bus and takes a piss against it. As we move outside into the bright light, drug addicts stagger past us towards the bus to pick up breakfast. It seems warmer outside than in the freezing cold van, and to our gratitude the sun creeps out of the clouds, bringing us some welcome warmth on this bitter winter day. Behind us, next to the church, a man dressed in rags wobbles up to what seems to be the place where he sleeps, which is a series of blankets and a cardboard box. He sifts through everything and finds a syringe, after which he prepares to inject himself. As we sit and talk, a large white van parks next to us and the two thin men inside smoke heroin and cocaine from foil. Julia then tells us about police corruption, and about how some officers receive blow jobs from some of the women in the area, before we then get on to the subject of support for drug users who both live and visit Valdemingómez. As we anticipated, she praises the 365-day service of the harm reduction bus that turns up around 10am and leaves at 6pm, but with one critique: