Rather than fight the situation, rather than be angry and bitter about the short hand he’d been dealt yet again, Emil drove straight into Baker and discovered that the town’s first hospital was being built. He found the foreman and spoke to him in broken English, asking for work. The foreman told him the only job he had to offer was as a laborer and concrete mixer. “Concrete mixing? That I know how to do from building a hospital in the Russian prison camp I escaped from,” Emil said, smiling. “You escaped from a Russian prison camp?” “Yes. I know cement from this time.” “Then you’re hired.”
