Kim doesn’t seem to understand the question. Vacation? Sure, in the last six years he has worked there, there have been a few days when he hasn’t gone to the factory. But time off? Just for relaxation? Kim laughs. Of course not. How is such a thing even possible?
A few young children, wandering barefoot across the mud ground, have gathered around a man in the courtyard in front of a ramshackle hovel. An emaciated cow nibbles on blades of grass among the trash. Kim earns the equivalent of about five and half euros a day in the factory, equal to Cambodia’s minimum wage, plus a small bonus. “Still, that’s not enough to feed my young son, for powdered milk and our own place,” the worker says. For now, he lives in his in-law’s house.
Kim spends six days a week cutting aluminum tubes that are then welded together into bicycle frames by other workers. Brakes and derailleurs are also mounted in the factory, before the assembled bicycles are then packed into containers and shipped out, arriving on the other side of the world a couple of weeks later.
