Another day of exhausting sugar stirring work was over, and the silent Kulu left the cave.
He wanted to rub his sore and swollen shoulders, but his arms hurt so much that he couldn't lift his hands.
The lookout tower in the yard cast a faint light, and the neatly stacked piles of sugarcane cast long shadows, like a terrifying monster ready to devour people.
Kulu glanced at the towering pile of sugarcane, thought about the day's work, saw that it still showed no obvious signs of diminishing, and sighed lightly.
Because his relationship with his companions was the worst, the least likable, and he wasn't close to Teacher Sunday and Saturday.
Every day of sugar stirring, he always had a share of the most tiring tasks, yet he couldn't avoid them.
In any case, life here was much more comfortable than in the tribe, and he could have a warm meal at night when he got home.
