In the brick factories of Bangladesh, workers always get up earlier than the morning light and arrive in this small city that seems to be filled with vermilion dust. Bricks are neatly arranged in endless walls, and their figures loom in them, and rise and fall with the bricks above their heads, as if carving the shape of time. With two rows of bricks on the top of one’s head, seven bricks each, yes, one can't pile them up any higher! One can only use speed to accelerate the number of completed things, so as to smoothly accumulate food and clothing for a family in such an untold story.