Noon.
Scorching sun.
Looking up at the sun, it seemed to glow with an extra halo.
The temperature of thirty-seven degrees felt like seventy-three degrees on the garbage mountain, almost as if it were a scorching one hundred and seventy-three degrees.
The garbage dump workers were all hiding in air-conditioned rooms, drinking saline soda, chatting and laughing, watching a group of amateurs struggle to move across the mountain of trash.
Suddenly, one of the police officers leaped up.
One of the site team leaders at the garbage dump, who had been watching them, jumped up as well, muttering, "Damn, someone must've passed out."
An excavator operator glanced over curiously and remarked, "Bound to happen sooner or later. It's so hot, hanging around the landfill zone—who knows what's going on in their heads? Even with my excavator's AC cranked to full blast, I can't stay out there."
