Ten years ago every morning at 6.30 I was woken up out of bed the heartrending sounds the alarm. Swallow Breakfast,cleaned up and flew to work. Every morning at the entrance of the turnstile I was met by Boobs aunt with a stopwatch and threats of reprimand with entering in a private matter for being late. Four years. Then - year life in the company of two hysterical single business lady. From the first day of work activities I have a dream that one day I'll Wake up at 8.30, have Breakfast and slowly,pomaded and perfumed, take a leisurely swim in some comfortable office.
9 years/3285 days of life left in the day to day anger: the country is not the same, the Director of goat, the world is unfair, parents not given, no work...
This morning I woke up at 8.30 am in a comfortable bed under soft blankets, slowly walked out of the house, beautiful, went to the French pastry shop, treat yourself to a cappuccino with croissant. Because:
1.In every country there are "rich" and "poor";
2.The Director has always done, while paying the money for the work;
3.The world is perfectly fair: sheep shovel, wolves run;
4.Parents gave everything they could. The best that has been able to give;
5.The work is always there. Often there is no desire to change or to change something to fit a decent job.
In this photo you see me :)