Hello hiver
Hello everyone, how are you
I'm back with a black and white photo of me that you might like and this is my entry
That morning sun began to sting the skin, the roar of the crane was heard very noisy breaking the silence of Sunda Kelapa port, North Jakarta, a group of loaders were doing their routines that looked hard working under the scorching sun.
Sweat soaked the shabby clothes they were wearing mixed with dust, their hands quickly grabbed the rope and tied the rope to the goods that would be put into the ship's hull. One by one, large sacks weighing hundreds were lifted using a crane and then lowered into an old wooden ship that was docked.
Without wearing safety helmets and safety shoes, only caution became their protector, the loaders.
Some of them climbed the ship's hull to pull the load to balance it.
Uniquely, their way of communicating was only through nodding their heads, hand signals, and eye contact which became the coordination between the workers and the operator.
