Episode 96: Hwaseong Aricell Battery Factory Fire (화성 아리셀 공장 화재)
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It started with a wisp of white smoke from a stack of batteries. Workers tried to move the boxes. Someone grabbed a fire extinguisher. According to fire officials, it took around fifteen seconds for the smoke to fill the room, and by about forty-two seconds the room had gone black. Twenty-three people died on the second floor of a factory in Hwaseong. Most of them were migrant women, many had only been working there a few weeks, and investigators would later say the warning signs had been there for over a month.
Hwaseong Aricell Battery Factory Fire (화성 아리셀 공장 화재) · 2024-06-24 · Aricell lithium battery plant, Seosin-myeon, Hwaseong, Gyeonggi Province
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