“I remember my first day at work in the factory, the smell was so disgusting that I threw up and fainted. I had the noise of the machines pounding in my head until I felt it would burst. I was sick for a week.” Sharmin is standing in an apocalyptic landscape, the area covered in a thick and acrid smog. “Now I’m used to it” she adds with a smile. Working in a Hazaribagh tannery is not just an assault on the senses. Every day, the workers are exposed to corrosive and explosive chemicals that were banned from much of the world 20 years ago. Their bodies carry the stains of this continuous onslaught. Hands and feet are malformed, and up to 90% of workers develop an illness related to their work. In her dispensary, a doctor explains her experiences: “Women working in tanneries are often frail. They suffer from vaginal infections, joint pain, fever and coughing. The men are also debilitated, suffering from heart problems and gastritis.” There is no respite from the owners of the factories. The uneducated workers receive no guidance on how to use the deadly chemicals, and receive no sick pay when they are taken ill. Away from work, the chemicals seep into the water of the rivers, polluting the lifeline that the whole city of Dhaka survives on. Even though the river is biologically dead, tannery owners refuse to give concern to the hazardous results of their actions: “Of course water containing chemicals is bad for the health. But if we worried about toxicity we’d stop working. Who is ready to do that? It’s just the way it is”. However in Hazaribagh the people are fighting back, both on the streets and in the strong sense of community they create. This film charts the experiences of workers in the factories as well as how they defend themselves from the horror of their lives. Ultimately, it asks if we, the West, really cannot afford to pay a little more to help the millions around the world who live in hellish conditions to feed our greed for ever cheaper products.