Amelia stepped down from the carriage behind Carlos. The fresh mountain air brushed against her face, cool and clean after the warmth inside the carriage. For a moment she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, but the pleasant sensation quickly turned into mild irritation.
She looked toward the river and complained.
"Since you built that factory, the river inside the city has become dirty. Some women have been complaining about it. Now they have to go farther upstream just to wash their clothes. A few of them even gave up and started using well water instead."
She gestured toward the clear pools ahead of them.
"Seeing this place only shows how different it used to be… and how badly the factories are affecting it. Especially the Roman cement factory."
Carlos frowned slightly when he heard that. He had heard the complaints from the people of Medellín before, but there was little he could do about it. The gold flowing from the Roman cement factory was essential for the family.
