It was a dream, not work! Sausages... The barn full of barrels in which sausages covered with fat were delivered to the Far North. We had to take the bottom out, pour the contents onto a low table and while women were clearing the sausages from fat pack the barrels full of already cleaned sausages. Then to pile the barrels in three tiers. Fat goes to other barrels.
The knowledge I acquired from Khaim Isakovich in my first camp Mezhaninovka proved useful here.
Coping with the huge task required the superhuman strain but you could eat sausages satiety. Only one day in 3 months but you were full. What a bliss!