Shoe Factory

An entire village to the extreme outskirts of Bagan gravitates around the footwear business.
The smell of glue reaches the nostrils much before reaching the laboratory. Outside a blinding light, inside the shadows, just cut by some blade of light. Silence in the air, mixed smell of chemical and rubber compounds. Young hands and barefoot. A job to be done with closed eyes, without thinking. Adults maneuver the machines, others grow up without a better tomorrow. The finished products leave the laboratory ...

... to be prepared for shipment by older women.

And children all around to watch and play, waiting for their turn arrives.