The past week, cobblestone streets have been going in outside my compound. There are several dozen workers running around from sunrise to sunset, cutting the stone, running the cut stones to the work site and pounding them in. Once the stones are set, another group follows, filling in each crevice with a layer of finely crushed rock.
Each night, a huge Isuzu truck dumps a new pile of rocks near the work site, and the next morning, the hammering and pounding begins again. To me, one of the most incredible aspects of the entire operation, is the fact that the rocks all arrive the same size. From there, they are whittled down—depending on their purpose—to be the base, brick or filler.
Watching their progress, I’m reminded that not every problem has to be solved through high-tech and complicated means, as it’s easy to do coming from a country where you can buy any type of rock you need from a superstore, already manufactured for a set purpose.
Sometimes the solution can be as simple as taking a rock and building a road.