|New ASB Elementary Building - from our flat window|
|Hard at work|
|note the water after the rain|
It is fascinating to watch them work. So many of them. Doing almost everything by hand, including many tasks that in more "developed" countries would be done using heavy machinery. This morning, I watched as five men began loading a large pile of rock and dirt into a truck. They worked steadily, using their angled shovels to ladle the dirt into the round bowls, lifting the bowls onto their heads and stepping up a metal stair, almost a step stool, to empty the load into the bed of the truck. Each bowl full of dirt must weigh 30 or 40 pounds and I can see the strain as occasionally two men work together to hoist a load with a large rock. In about an hour, the mound is gone and the truck departs. They must have moved four or five tons of debris! I fear I would be sore and exhausted after one truck full, but these small wiry men continue steadily working, mostly wearing sandals, pants and a t-shirt. They seem to not mind walking through the dirty mud and water in their sandals. The only ones wearing boots are those who mix the cement into the concrete - the harsh cement would burn their skin.
Meanwhile the traffic on the street continues to go by: women dressed in very colorful saris, children so cute in their school uniforms it makes me smile every time I see them, me on bicycles and motorcycles off to work, more affluent folks from our apartment buildings in their cars, and of course the auto-rickshaws.