Diary of an engineer: “Even I’m going on strike”
The plant is a construction site. A small crane blocks off the main traffic route to the yard, and what remains of the empty tarmac is full of steel girders, ladders, scaffolding, tools and gantry fittings. Another section of the yard has been dug into a shallow trench to install new drainage, and contractors cabins line the stores and boiler houses behind them. Vehicles delivering chemicals — urea, lime, caustic soda — or collecting residues — ash, metals, pollution control — have been directed to leave and enter site via the exit, following a traffic-light system. It’s busy and space is...