Most of the migrant farm workers here are Egyptian, however there was a need by the farm to have more people to work so some were paid to come in from Romania. Unfortunately, the Romanians never arrived and the apricots were in danger of becoming overripe.
So...those of us at the dig house spent one day in the life of an Egyptian migrant worker. It was quite an eye opening experience and harder than it looks! But the picking of the apricots was pleasently offset by the warm sun, cool breeze, and a picnic of fresh bread, tomatoes and haloumi cheese. Yum!