Ironeaters

Chittagong in southern Bangladesh is a graveyard for the West’s run-down or obsolete ships, massive vessels driven onto the beaches and left to be taken apart by hand using only the most basic tools. Poor farmers escaping the regular famine in the north of the country travel south to get work. Barefoot and with no masks or safety equipment, they work in the yards under incredibly dangerous conditions—razor-sharp metal hidden in the mud and sand, surrounded by poisonous chemicals. Chittagong in southern Bangladesh is a graveyard for the West’s run-down or obsolete ships, massive vessels driven onto the beaches and left to be taken apart by hand using only the most basic tools. Poor farmers escaping the regular famine in the north of the country travel south to get work. Barefoot and with no masks or safety equipment, they work in the yards under incredibly dangerous conditions—razor-sharp metal hidden in the mud and sand, surrounded by poisonous chemicals. Chittagong in southern Bangladesh is a graveyard for the West’s run-down or obsolete ships, massive vessels driven onto the beaches and left to be taken apart by hand using only the most basic tools. Poor farmers escaping the regular famine in the north of the country travel south to get work. Barefoot and with no masks or safety equipment, they work in the yards under incredibly dangerous conditions—razor-sharp metal hidden in the mud and sand, surrounded by poisonous chemicals. Chittagong in southern Bangladesh is a graveyard for the West’s run-down or obsolete ships, massive vessels driven onto the beaches and left to be taken apart by hand using only the most basic tools. Poor farmers escaping the regular famine in the north of the country travel south to get work. Barefoot and with no masks or safety equipment, they work in the yards under incredibly dangerous conditions—razor-sharp metal hidden in the mud and sand, surrounded by poisonous chemicals.