Kindred

Kindred



Imagine a life where your only purpose is to work. You wake up at the crack of dawn sore from backbreaking work. Gradually, you get up from your sleeping spot and make your way to some cornfields. If only they could speak you wonder. They would tell numerous stories of lives wasted away by the harsh labor enforced on them, and of families being torn apart and sold as if they were not even animals, but just a mere piece of equipment. You wo...