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By Pier Ouellette
The block that day was one of the best I had ever... BEEP.BEEP.BEEP
With my eyes still shut, I reach around to turn my alarm off. 5:55am. I unzip the door to my tent. A thick fog makes it impossible to see anything around me.
“Tabernacle!” (en.transl. “oh shoot!”) Now, a bit of fog in the morning before going to work usually does not inspire me to yell out religious profanity. However, we were working on a heli contract which meant we would not be able to fly out to the blocks.
By Ola Szczecinsk
One day was bad in particular. It began with the sun beating down on me, burning the back of my neck, top of my head and exposed forearms. The land was a giant slab of rock, into which I was forced to dig holes and plant, like in some cruel ancient Greek afterlife. There were also the tunnel bushes, as I called them, that covered seventy per cent of my piece: long giant things, seemingly from the Jurassic era, that snapped at me and whipped me in the face, smacked me in my thighs and threatened to gouge my eyes out, as I struggled to plant in the rock from which they miraculously grew.
By Alex Robertson
Then, like an oasis slowly materializing out of an endless scorching desert, the enormously satisfying day of our release back into the world comes strolling along. We brace ourselves. We make plans. Some of us decide to prolong the journey by embarking on an off-season full of constant travel.
By Kitty Ypma
Yes, you are right. Behind this address (with the company trained snail cleaning the 2) is the famous New West office of Brinkman & Associates Reforestation Ltd. and I, the infamous tree counter Kitty Ypma, am your tour guide. Before I confuse everybody with names and positions I thought I would show you how people’s personalities are reflected by their decor.
Let’s go inside. Dirk Brinkman’s office is the first on the right. Don’t be shy, go on in, the CEO is not in today, and if he was he would invite you in with a grin.