Monday, August 10th, 2009 | Scriitor:

I got at the appealing board, I could not say I was tired … No …I was good for nothing. When my ears thawed, I had the feeling it split off from my head. I already had aches pulps, than at my feet …
I was looking at my fellow near me. The light was too fainted. He had something white at his feet, first I thought the paper got off from the boots. That’s how it observed at others too …then at me …for real …what I could see were the stockings.
To all of us the boots busted from coldness …
It was not much time left until we busted too, the same as the boots … Now, you tell me, is it possible to relate and redeem with enthusiasm about working men and their work?
I don’t know what else to tell you, for so much time we were being fed with ideals and goals that from what you are saying, I almost forgot we are humans, that we still possess human qualities.
I don’t mean to make a thesis about working men, the friend with same name as Buia, Thomas, continued, about their work, maybe I am wrong, or maybe where I was working was worse, and if you truly believe me I haven’t been to many places and some I can’t even explain, not even now.
– For example …
– Well … at the village, a house with two or three rooms was up to anyone by those times. In the city, to have an apartment house, after 20-30 years of work, was something amazing, a fortune … There are more of these left, but believe me that at the sadness I am filled with, accumulated with the one that each working man feels, there’s no place were that much sadness can fit.
– Forgive me, I know what’s in your soul and I didn’t wish to harrow your scar worse, but what you told me today, although I’m not strange with this things, I didn’t quite think at this in such way. In other words, this reality never got to me, never strike my eye. I was complacent with the weather forecast “taken” from Television. I didn’t know there were countrymen that can tell the exact weather, without listening it to the radio or TV.
– You see, shouldn’t you make yourself a countryman, slowly, slowly!

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