In the Bhavnagar area (Gujarat region - India) I had the opportunity to enter small factories or foundries, where the iron planks coming from the demolition of ships are cut, melted and transformed into rods used in reinforced concrete.Entering these places was a punch in the stomach. There is no other way to express it. You see lives on the cross. You are surrounded by fire, crosses and sweat, men who move silently because everything is covered by the deafening noise of the ovens, fans and fatigue. Being born, growing up and dying with no escape is a life on the cross
