I travelled to Azerbaijan in September 2009 and happened to pass by the salt lake situated half an hour drive from capital Baku. We stopped to watch how local people collect the salt so full of iodine that the lake appeared to be pink. The men and the horses were very skinny, and seemed to be cured by the harsh sun and the salt they were collecting. I must confess I lied to them that I worked for a local magazine and they would appear in it and then the big black thing (my camera) stopped being so frightening. Some continued working, some stopped to pose for the photo. The chap, on the top of relic truck that somehow survived from Soviet times, showing all of his gold teeth sign of wealth according to local custom. The old red Lada was parked nearby belongs to the boss. An improvised tent was set up for little tea breaks. Soon we left. I went back a few years later to see if I could photograph them again, but that proved to be impossible. The area is fenced, with no access, and no locals to be seen. I only hope they work at the fancy new salt factory and are doing well.