“Two laborers board an elevator at the top of a five-story building under renovation in the Bronx. They wear construction helmets, reflective vests and face masks, none of which will do them any good. The older man, a supervisor, rarely talks about anything beyond what needs to be done at this work site at 20 Bruckner Boulevard. But he and his younger co-worker have become friends through a morning ritual: One buys the coffee and the other, the doughnuts. ... The floor seems to vanish beneath the men’s work boots. They scream as they plummet. A crash. Then stillness, save for clouds of disturbed dust. ...”
Lauro Martínez at the tomb of his son, Marco, who at 18 emigrated from Ecuador and was soon working in construction in New York City.
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