When the blaring sunshine awoke the residents along the two-way avenue that had seen its fair share of loud trucks, illegal motor bikes, and swelling buses during early morning rush hours, these city dwellers had little recourse but to put on their worn clothes for yet another day of dead-end work.Some wore uniforms in keeping with the dress code that the factories, scrap-metal junk yards, recycling plants, and shipyards enforced down by the river where the bustling avenues led and suddenly ended. Many worked as mechanics in the neighborhood, tending to the overflow of damaged cars that the residents of the town valued far more than repairing the homes that they didn’t own to begin with. Some worked in the local retail shops and food stores, mostly to lift heavy boxes from the trucks that
