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  • 70,000km of National Highway. 600,000 Long Distance Truck Drivers. that is sort of what this is about. Simply put, but that understates it.
    I mean, it's sort of about endurance, and back sweat.
    39 hours in a cramped smelly box that vibrates nonstop.
    Loud music playing out of shitty speakers.
    A car horn that constantly blares and a sun that constantly beats.
    A heat so intense it'll stop your breath.
    It's about
    a desperate need to earn.
    No education means no options.
    Poverty means pain.
    Either labor in a field, migrate to a city or drive trucks in maddening circles.
    It's about a country.
    A country exploding with new things.
    New money. New ideas. New buildings. New cities.
    New roads. New powers. New everything.
    Those new things are being carried and hauled from one end to the other.
    The carriers are rogue and reckless.
    Under qualified for such a responsibility
    and under appreciated for it's execution.
    Often it's about having a family 1276 kilometers to the north.
    not having seen them for 22 days.
    not remembering the smell of your wife.
    not remembering the last time you played with your children.
    it's totally and completely about the pressure
    drive fast, drive hard, drive without sleep,
    drive on drugs, drive in a storm, drive drunk.
    Done well and you make a pittance.
    Done poorly and you get the stick.
    There are corrupt cops and bandits.
    There is hard alcohol and late-night alcohol and driving alcohol.
    There are drugs to make you relax and drugs that help you endure.
    There are male sex-workers and female sex-workers and rumors of a donkey.
    There are ferocious accidents and the most infamous disease of our time.
    But behind all the risks, poverty, injustice and endurance there are these men.
    These men that just stand on the edge with no stability, and no support,
    and they just stare at you. you try to stare back but you just eventually look away...
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