EVEN in the idyllic Norwegian summer, with anglers casting for mackerel from nearby piers, the century-old cement plant on the edge of the harbour town of Brevik is a forbidding place.
The screeching of gulls echoes off the mud- and dust-caked passageways between concrete walls, which rise on the edge of the water like the ramparts of a medieval fortress.
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