I was born in Venezuela, in Caracas, which was a beautiful and safe city up till about twenty years ago.
I was last in Caracas two or three years before Yugo. My number one recollection is the thousands of huts clinging to the mountainside across the highway from the airport.
The mass of tar paper shacks was so steep and so jumbled up, there's no way they could have had electricity or running water.
Every square inch not taken by a shack was covered in trash and garbage.
The shacks at lower elevation had trash from their higher-up neighbors on their roofs.
I'm sure sewage was handled the same way.
In other words, it was a pretty typical Latin American neighborhood.