He probably woke up early in the morning like the rest of us.
I didn't know him, I didn't know his name and I didn't know how he looked like.
He got to work, just another day at the construction site...
He died that very morning at 10:30.
The man was dying 200 meters from me and I had no idea, half an hour later I was enjoying my lunch.
After lunch they assembled all of us workers and told us what had happened.
They were sending us home as a standard protocol so they can investigate the accident and I got to spend the rest of the day with my lovely girlfriend.
One man's disaster is almost always another man's fortune.
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