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September, a day just like any other.
Grey ski, fresh; as usual I left home, hurriedly saying Goodbye to my wife
who doesn’t want to see me go. Today, as well, she’ll be at home by herself
all morning, until the kids arrive. She won’t meet anyway because we live on
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(2000 inhabitants) town in the Bassa region, where opportunities to meet people
are few and limited to the evenings when everyone comes home from work.
IIn
the garage there’s my car to take me to town, in my comfortable and spacious
office on the top floor of a skyscraper; from here it seems you can touch
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When my obsequious collegues enter, their subordinate attitude pleases me
and accentuates my privileged position. This morning, however, my car doesn’t
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anything about starting…probably a flat battery or some other bloody thing that
doesn’t work …with all this electronics the garage mechanics rip
us off and doen’t understand anything.
I’ll give them a piece of my mind. €1200 for a service and this bloody thing has
decided not to start. I’ll have to get the bus! I set off, sadly, towards the
bus stop, thinking about the last chats with my sons. The elder one wants a new
car, the younger a motorbike. They say they feel different from their friends
who already have cars and motorbikes for several months and they’re sick of
being the odd ones out.
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It seems their girlfriends prefer their friends with
fashionable means of transport, rather than them who seem two paupers.
Of course…at their age I walked
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Perhaps because we were all poorer than today…who knows!
What a struggle to get what I have today. A life spent between two jobs and
overtime, Saturdays and Sundays spent looking after the factories and then the
stress, the backstabbing with colleagues to climb the career ladder, the work
dinners, rages…all this for some rare moments of peace with the family, being
better-off (but how true is this?), a heart attack & double bypass, the
discovery of two sons I hardly know, reaching old age without realizing it! Will
it have all been worth it? But what will I really have done for others? What
will life have given me?
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Let all go
to hell. Today I am really pissed off.
Here’s my bus that’s coming.
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