It did not matter that they were surrounded by mounds of smoking garbage. That beneath their sandaled and bare feet were hazards such as used hypodermic needles. That they were competing for scraps with freely roaming turkeys. Children, both here in the slums of Maputo as well as the world over, are captivated by play. The desire to be treasure hunters in search of treasure is one that requires no moral compass. Treasure in almost every case is its own end.