AT the sound of the dinner gong, the workers hurried to the canteen. It was never very scrumptious food, but at least it was food. Today was typical - a very fatty stew. The portions were generally small, though once a week, the stew portion size was increased to one catty per person. The workers had to work six-and-a-half days a week and their clothes were quite tatty. One of the workers had a keen sense of the injustice there and managed to smuggle out their account of what was happening in a batch of tins destined for Europe in the hope it wouldn't get found until it arrived there. When the batch of tins was unpackaged, the secreted report fell out onto a bare patch of ground just in front of a workman. They picked it up and took it home where his daughter took an interest and soon realised that this was something rather important. Her boyfriend was a journalist who was able to get the document translated and to publish an article exposing the malpractices.
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