TAN HUN BENG was 10. He was trying to concentrate in class when the din began, easily drowning out everything the teacher was saying. Outside the window, right next to the school he could see large hammers slamming into rock over and over again. Each slam rang out in a fashion that was almost rhythmic.
Faced with a room full of children who were no longer paying attention, the teacher tried to adapt and make the most of it. “Th at’s called ‘piling’,” she explained. It was the fi time that Tan had ever caught a glimpse of the early stages of construction work.
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