Stellenangebote Primeri

Life is not a bed of roses. Uncle

Story of summer 2009.

we do not know where to stop. Hundreds of years of mockery, alliances, conventions, conferences, summits, wars, oenegés, G8, G12 and G42 safe until ... to survive the adversity of wealth to poverty. My question is Do I believe? Doubts and unease over me. Today we have in our hands an explosive cocktail. I see a black two-meter walk between Nigerian and lottery booths, I see a chubby latin king and quietly making Regeatown disco, I see a Maghreb run riot with the physique of Auïta peddler in the burning sands of the beach bars, see a gypsy with skin Kurdish speaking Latin in reverse acting as a healer, I see an oriental with increasingly slanted eyes, alone and helpless, jumping from bar to bar with the copies without paying the copyright of the past films and videos, see this one looking like the latest generation of dedicated mercenaries the handyman ... See you all looking like not having anyone in the world, wildly, with nothing to lose but life.

That man, either, had bottomed out in his sleep at home. Everything has come up. Closed doors wide open, but then comes a spark, a divine sign that lights up the horizon in their dish was the waste of the sets and how it gives a lot of money to anonymous people on game shows , and imagined him washing dishes in the world of the elect. His cousin swore that in a year could take over a BMW second-hand, of course. The greatness of man is that we can the best and worst. Let me be clear, and I emphasize, that if by magic, after all, protect us and advise us and we know people oblivious to the way they do.

That being similar to any of us, has left behind the souks, the markets filled with people, their children, their streets and their people to make their first trip and not just to Lourdes, but to a new and dangerous existence. Using three times as possible, because it is a journey not for everyone, they embark on a cruise in the supply of which include demons to be overcome. All their savings in the hands of gangsters who walk at ease on both sides. An expensive trip and frightening. No passport control and there are no border posts. One way to hide travel and absurd. Always come at night, in the midst of utter darkness, a harrowing journey, an odyssey! The fare is abusive. The eyes always dilated and filled with fear, wet skin, shivering. At gunpoint, forcing them away from land, into the water. No turning back, with a mix of extraordinary strength and courage, are at the edge without looking back, and of course without cowardice.

And there was another world, the world of flight attendants, the competitions of the heavenly and the BMW screen sugarcane and macarrero. In the run, with consequences the past, barely speaking their own dialect or language, with slumped shoulders and arms outstretched, our hero goes from nothing to nowhere. To eat a hot meal is jumping obstacles. Do not want to leave it up. They often say something offensive to him. Sometimes you mess with his fists to defend their identity. Probably could have been submerged at sea and never see him again. I wish you luck and give him my welcome. It deserves. We must receive it not as a villain but throwing in his way flower petals as a war hero.