Big Sister
The phone rings, somewhere from a far distance. How come there is so much space in the bed?
Oh, right, I'm here.
It is 8.30 a.m. and not a friend in shoes with open toes, a way too thin jacket, washed hair and no guy, calling, walking and talking while not finding a cab on her way home again.
It is my private job coach. High on porrage and diet milk.
- My what?
Obviously, this native society of mine offers means quicker than asked for.
Still digesting that well paid eclair from the meal served on the flight back from France, one is reminded that life is no vacation, (yet there are no jobs). Only existing, breathing and reading in a park for more than one week in a row is out of question. Who would ever want that?
Applying for a job in the public database means being noticed. It generates a voice saying:
"We´ll do everything to secure your future. Together. There is a cure to your hunger. Don't worry child, come talk to us. It's free..."
Great!
Just got to leave the trash before rushing, but someone has put lockers on all 5 trash cans in the street. This, to guarantee that nobody but those within the community can throw leftover pizzas from yesterday. You need to use your golden key to proove that you are a member.
Too good I am.
Free from garbage, balancing on the edge of the sidewalk, one starts to wonder:
Who needs Jesus anymore?
Oh, right, I'm here.
It is 8.30 a.m. and not a friend in shoes with open toes, a way too thin jacket, washed hair and no guy, calling, walking and talking while not finding a cab on her way home again.
It is my private job coach. High on porrage and diet milk.
- My what?
Obviously, this native society of mine offers means quicker than asked for.
Still digesting that well paid eclair from the meal served on the flight back from France, one is reminded that life is no vacation, (yet there are no jobs). Only existing, breathing and reading in a park for more than one week in a row is out of question. Who would ever want that?
Applying for a job in the public database means being noticed. It generates a voice saying:
"We´ll do everything to secure your future. Together. There is a cure to your hunger. Don't worry child, come talk to us. It's free..."
Great!
Just got to leave the trash before rushing, but someone has put lockers on all 5 trash cans in the street. This, to guarantee that nobody but those within the community can throw leftover pizzas from yesterday. You need to use your golden key to proove that you are a member.
Too good I am.
Free from garbage, balancing on the edge of the sidewalk, one starts to wonder:
Who needs Jesus anymore?
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