Last night I phoned Hugh, that my cousin who works in a public transport company with which every so often talk about justice and injustice at work, clever hiding behind the rights of the silent majority of people are correct that if put in the ass without saying a word, the money that we do not have but maybe there are left and not left, and so on.
He told me about an episode a few days ago: " I was leaving work to go buy something for the office, two drivers were entering, each with his car one after another, they started and finished the round together, at the same time the entry, at the same time the exit. You know what? Those two both live in a village near here, Tritriana. I know for sure that they would return home at the end turn, I know for a fact that came from home, they told me. But why not organize themselves to come up with a machine only when they make the same turn?! But if he is there to complain about the crisis of Napule they do mess with the rubbish, environmental issues, that there is no money, then yes, we're all good at feeling sorry for himself. And start making concrete things? "
Since it was starting to raise his voice, as he does when it is taken from a subject, I thought I'd stop it and I talked about these two photos:
"Ugo Watch the other day I was out with my daughter by the name short, here in the village. I saw these two bins for collecting paper. First I saw that broke out, with the paper comes out with the cardboard on the ground. I took a picture. Continuing arrived next. It was empty. I took a picture. Then out of curiosity I wanted to count how many steps away were the two. You know how many steps are there, Hugh?! 185 steps! What are 185 steps ? " " Dear cousin, is too high a price to be paid for sick people to comfort ... "
And he hung up.
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