The KHOC SAT salt mine
In Khoc Saat, the alchemy that accompanies the dawn evokes the ancient magic of the dawning of the world. It is eight o’clock when the small village rises to the call of the sky. It is about to repeat its lifelong rhythm, a race against time to extract salt from the bowels of the earth. Seventy families live and work there, right in the middle of nowhere. Water is pumped from 250 meters down in an ancient sea, rich in salt. It is left to stand in shallow ponds. After three days, the water has evaporated. The white gold – salt – appears. This cycle has been renewed since the dawn of time, by the sweat of the brows of succeeding generations. The men and women going about their business in the salt fields, in the shadow of warehouses or factories, bear witness to lives spent in the dampness of potash, eyes fixed on the horizon of days to come.