This is a story of my friends. At first they worked at my countryhouse, digging a trench for water. I was photographing people, settling in terrible conditions, people who ready for any work to get money to send to family. After a year of working, they have collected miserable money and they were going to home and I decided to see how they live, to understand what makes people do such things. I have spent 3 weeks at their home and I saw something that changed my attitude to this people. I'm ashamed how we use cheap labor of these people, how we treat them, can't remember their names, do not look at them, never say thank you. It is amazing, hard-working people! We do not want to do the work for they are always ready. Forgive us, my dear friends!
This is a story of my friends. At first they worked at my countryhouse, digging a trench for water. I was photographing people, settling in terrible conditions, people who ready for any work to get money to send to family. After a year of working, they have collected miserable money and they were going to home and I decided to see how they live, to understand what makes people do such things. I have spent 3 weeks at their home and I saw something that changed my attitude to this people. I'm ashamed how we use cheap labor of these people, how we treat them, can't remember their names, do not look at them, never say thank you. It is amazing, hard-working people! We do not want to do the work for they are always ready. Forgive us, my dear friends!