One afternoon on a construction site on the outskirts of Paris, as the sunlight began to fade, the sounds of shovels mixing concrete and the clash of bricks still echoed in the air.
Miguel — a worker in his thirties — quickly wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down near a pile of bricks.
His life was simple, almost austere: work hard all day, then return in the evening to a small rented room in a working-class neighborhood,
eat a modest meal and fall asleep immediately to face the next day.
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