I remember a story in the Business section of the Dallas Morning News about a US company establishing a lettuce (or something) farm just over the border in Mexico.
The American bosses were stunned to see their new employees pooping in the field where the harvesting was taking place. So they brought in port-a-potties.... had to teach them how to use it... and the toilet paper too!!!
“And this also,” said Marlow suddenly, “has been one of the dark places of the earth.”
“I was thinking of very old times, when the Romans first came here, nineteen hundred years ago—the other day. . .”
“Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga—perhaps too much dice, you know—coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes. Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him,—all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There’s no initiation either into such mysteries.
He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination—you know. Imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate.”
From Joseph Conrad’s HEART OF DARKNESS
I submit the employees knew exactly what they were doing because they knew where the produce was going.