Dirty, dusty and crowded, your shack houses your entire family--all seven of them. A small gas stove sits in the corner next to a table. On the table: a small washtub filled with cold, dingy water and this morning's breakfast dishes, a meager stack of corn tortillas, and half a dozen eggs. There is no indoor plumbing; you look out the window and observe an even smaller shack: the outhouse.