Hello kitty lady

An aroma, very distinctly that of fermenting sugarcane, permeats through the newly cultivated field. Up before the crack of dawn, workers start their day early to avoid the searing heat of the mid-day sun. I walk through the rows of crumbly dark and fertile soil, listening to the gentle drone of the tractor furrowing further down. There is a rythmic sound of cane points being peeled by the women and put into baskets for planting. This lady is one of them, let me call her the Hello Kitty lady.