All of my overseas travel has been work related. I would not have had the opportunity to see what I saw in some of these places had it been otherwise. I worked as a muralist, painting and installing items that the studio I was employed by had prepared back in New York. My life for several years was structured around going from one construction site to the next, every few weeks. I was able to compare sites in different parts of the world with the many I had worked on in America. The most startling would have to be the one in Jakarta, because of the abject poverty and horrible working conditions it illuminated for me. I was surprised before I even entered the site, noticing three old women breaking up the parking lot with sledge hammers. There were no jackhammers, the lack of power equipment was surprising in itself. The next thing I noticed was a group of young welders, barefoot, about five stories high, working on an enourmous steel seahorse. They had no masks to protect their eyes, so they'd look just to one side of the weld to avoid cornea damage. They all had shoes, but only one pair, so to prevent them from getting dirty or worn out, they would go barefoot on the site. I was told by an older carpenter who made six dollars a day, that most of the others were making one to three dollars a day. Most lived on the site, and when we would arrive in the morning the Mulims would be finishing their prayers, and rolling up the mats they used for beds. Everyone was so kind that, at times I felt it came out of fear. The progress moved so slowly on the site, instead of power equipment and even other basic tools, they had manpower. It was so crowded and unsafe, there is no equivalent to OSHA as far as I could tell, the scaffolding was bamboo roped together. I wondered how many construction workers died or were seriously injured during this boom time.