Their destiny ends with brick. There is a brick, there is bread, there is money, but life maybe another time. The heat of the day is closed to the heat of the tinctures. Hot hot brick furnaces, but the furnace of these people’s life has been frosty. People who have a thousand clay per day to climb the walls of the house, but the wish for a quadrilateral remains on their hearts. If you have the luck, one of the small chambers next to the furnaces for the duration of their work will be their dwelling place. Not far from Mashhad, it’s the end of the road, somewhere around the edge of the city.
