Construction site on the site of the former sanatorium.
The dust was billowing, the sound of beating was constant, and the sound of unloading goods was tinkling and clanging, and it was a bustling business.
These players seem to have endless strength and enthusiasm, pushing the small carts picked up from the abandoned construction site, transporting the stones one after another, smashing them with hammers before transporting them to the cement kiln, and then pouring them into the kiln coarse material calcined into cement.
The players squatting next to them pushed the bellows vigorously, trying to make the fire in the kiln more prosperous. Not far away is a non-stop charcoal kiln, and further away there are earthen kilns for bacon and smoked fish racks. The rising smoke and noise even dr
