Dora refinery flaring. As seen from the Joint Security Station formerly known as Babil, on the Karada peninsula.
Obeidy industrial park. The trash covered center.
The power plant of a local wheat grinding facility. These guys all ground wheat for the Ministry of Trade's Public Distribution System. Because a lot of food was handled by the PDS, there was little room for competition or private industry in the staples, except for private industry working under MOT supervision.
Another wheat mill.
A cinderblock operation. With the right mix of rock, sand, and water, they would set up on the side of the road and just let block harden in the sun. They were always strategically located near squatters camps and growing pockets of Baghdad. Some of the most entrepreneurial operations I saw in Baghdad.
A brick factory. Not block, but brick.
A smelting operation. These guys were abundant too, and definitely makeshift. Iraq overfloweth with scrap metal, and the need for steel. These guys get heavy fuel oil, setup a forced air operation, and melt the steel right there. It's pretty dramatic and stepping into one of their operations is like stepping pretty close to hell. Their factories belch fire and heavy smoke.
With the mosque in the background, flying the Shi'ia flag.
At this particular smetling plant, they produced sewer covers for private houses. You can see the molds they would lay in the sand, fill, and then cover in sand to cool.
More smelting and melting. With piles of feedstock steel in the background.
The finished product, a small drainage cover.
The scrapyard, for feedstock.
A tar production facility in Shawra Um Jidda, northeast Baghdad. Main inputs here are the tar rock, heavy fuel oil as a feedstock, and heavy fuel oil to melt and mix.
The tar bathes. Below you can see where the fuel is pumped under for burning. Above is where the feedstocks go in.
Feedstocks that have gone in and waiting to melt.
More of the operation. Multiple kilns going at it.
The absolute worst job in Iraq. It's already 140 F outside, and you've got to stand on a little island in the middle of a tar pit and shovel the tar from the tar lake into a wheelbarrow to be bottled. With no shoes. God bless this young man.
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