The square of our home town is about 1 km times 1 km. You could see coconut tree everywhere. We have a coconut oil factory outside of our town. Every midday the blower will scream, the sound could be heard from the nearby forest, from rice field, from office.
The whistle is the sound we are waiting since most of us, may be 99% of our family has no wrist watch. It was time for go home. Children are start to go home, office worker clean up their desk and even farmer also have their rest.
But the coconut oil factory now stop their operation We could not hear the whitle anymore. I talked to the owner, why he stop the operation. "People does not eat cocdonut oil any longer"
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