A documentary about extreme workers making a living. In today’s technological age, has heavy physical labor disappeared or become invisible?
Manual labor was once celebrated with hymns of praise. But workers today must be content to encourage each other, their hard work is better than no work at all. This series looks at the state of manual labor in today’s world. The work is tedious, tiring and sometimes dangerous.
As dawn breaks, people with bamboo baskets on their shoulders and torches emerge from the darkness one by one, before disappearing into the volcano’s white sulfur vapor. We visited East Java, Indonesia – people climbed steep trails amid the acrid fumes of volcanic craters carrying masses of sulfur rock.
When we arrived at the “kitchen”, it was already daylight. “Kitchen” refers to the place at the bottom of the sulfur-mined crater, on the edge of the fiery blue-green lake. The “kitchen” spits, hisses, and swells in a cloud of searing, caustic steam. Here, molten sulfur flows through long clay pipes, is exposed to air, and hardens within minutes. Orange puddles become jagged boulders and slabs of pale yellow.
Armed with long iron bars, men stuff a piece of cloth or the sleeve of a jacket into their mouths before rushing up the slope and into the acrid smoke. There they broke chunks of hardened brimstone. After a few minutes, they were forced to catch their breath. They cough and spit, but keep working.
The slaughterhouse in Port Harcourt is a maze of people and animals. The whole area is actually a market, sandwiched between a zoo, bridges under construction, rivers and areas where multinational corporations such as Coca-Cola and Shell are located.
The site consists of several huts, a large covered market hall, a cold room, a cattle pen, pig pens, a pool table protected by an awning, a mosque, some huts, a slope leading to the river, And the massacre of Places.
These are a large paved area called The Slab, where cattle are butchered, skinned and chopped, and a charred raised platform is used to roast heads, hides, feet and whole goats.
First, the goat butcher and young helper from the goat rotisserie bring in the animals. When the goats are all tied up and taken to the slaughterhouse, they are the loudest. They can’t tell if they sense what’s coming; maybe it’s uncomfortable being dragged around like this tied together.
It is snowing in the small Pakistani mountain village of Shamorgar near the Afghan border. Ramadan is over. The harvest is here. Corn, onions, potatoes and tomatoes are stored for winter.
The village is very quiet. Blacksmiths repair hooks, rakes, shovels and plows. The general shopkeeper opens a shop. The muezzin calls for prayers. His voice echoed across the vast land.
Pashtuns are tall, proud, and strong. The man speaks softly and rarely speaks loudly. They themselves say that they can perform the toughest tasks and are not afraid because they were chosen by Allah to do so.
That’s why most of it is their long trek from the mountains in the north to the south of Baluchistan. Here they disassemble the giant ship. They sliced through the huge hull piece by piece until only a small piece of steel remained.
