Chittagong in southern Bangladesh is a graveyard for the West’s run-down or out of date ships, large vessels pushed onto the seashores and left to be taken aside by hand utilizing solely probably the most primary instruments. Poor farmers escaping the common famine within the north of the nation journey south to get work. Barefoot and with no masks or security gear, they work within the yards beneath extremely harmful situations—razor-sharp metallic hidden within the mud and sand, surrounded by toxic chemical compounds.
