终于到了铺地面的时刻。一早带着雨靴到小屋，迎接我们的是一片混乱和遍地的沙堆和泥浆。师傅从容的拿着一根4x6木方，象一个蛋糕师涂抹奶油一般，缓慢而熟练的将浓稠的水泥砂浆推开刮平，居然也渐渐的覆盖过这一片被砸花的地面。看着砂浆慢慢扩散、沉淀、到平整，连我们这些不使力的废人都觉得特别有成就感。
We have reached the stage of installing our concrete floor. We came in a joyous mood this morning and what greeted our boots were a big mess of sand, mud and cement. But our workers seemed unfazed, paving away the cement like spreading butter. The ease with which they perform their craft seemed very much like having breakfast albeit a very long meal. As the cement slowly covers the whole of our previously smashed-up floor, there’s a strong sense of achievement rising within ourselves even as bystanders who only got our boots dirty.