“What about you?” I asked.
He told me, and then I did. Who lives better? To each his own.
He lives in a house, has all the amenities – a kitchen, a shower, he, as a superior, sleeps in a separate room, cooks delicious food and cleans the rooms themselves. I have no doubt that a German would exclaim, “Das ist fantastisch”!
But to that “fantasy” there are also, in my eyes, nuances that are not fantastic at all.
Theirs Chebra lives on the middle floor. The first and third floors are inhabited by the same workers, only “funnier”.
my friend Chebra – the men are tough, consider them “slaves”. Strangers once tried to sneak in and regulate life, but they got firewood and don’t knock anymore. You can safely leave a sandwich on the table, no stranger will dare to take a bite or whistle.
Now they fight each other, and often the first and the third floor push each other. After weekends like this, men don’t look as good on Monday, but when digging ditches, you don’t need beauty, but health.
One Friday, a worker from the first floor came home very badly. He got into a fight with his family members, ran into one of his “pipes”, and got it from another. At night, while everyone was asleep, he took the company car and drove home.
While the men grumbled that there was neither a man nor a machine, the fugitive was already in Lithuania.
Respect to the Lithuanian police, they found him quickly. Sad papers for a guy.
Another time, the owner of the house loaded “lost tourists” who were “passing by” into the temporarily vacated third floor.
My friend had never seen such horror before – he doesn’t go to talk, he hangs out everywhere, takes everything as his own, in the yard he was happy. Horror, neither to go around, nor to slip, nor to jump over. You can’t tell them anything.
Fortunately, the tourists were quickly escorted out and life went on as usual.
It’s normal for them. He suggested that I give up the steering wheel and come dig ditches. He promised to give a new shovel and a big broom.
The salary is not bad, every night you can stay in a three-story “fun” house, next to a store, a room for two, a super kitchen and all the other joys of “dormitory” life.
Maybe it would be nothing, but when he told me what he would have to work on – in the heat, cold, rain – always outside, and when he also showed me how his legs sometimes look after work, possible injuries, I thought – thank you, gentlemen, thank you a hundred times, I’m better I will meet the pensioner in my cabin.
And what? How bad. Whether you work or sleep, you get money.
Relaxed, I push life forward 300, sometimes 700 kilometers every day and always under the roof.
For example, today I unloaded fresh fish from Denmark in France. I lay down for several hours, ate, “scrolled” on my phone, read a book.
Yes, it’s +30 degrees today, but no problem – there is air conditioning. You can cool the cabin so much that you have to sit with a fur hat in the summer.
I received the loading in Belgium in the afternoon. I came to the company. Pitch, shower, toilet – everything you need. Now I’m “lying” again, reading a book about Father Richard and looking at the crying sky – we finally got rain.
This is where you could really shout: “Das ist fantastisch”, but a few pesky flies have flown in through the open window and keep landing on your bare stomach. It feels like I’ve just eaten dumplings, that’s why I’m stomping on my navel.
Those hums tickle terribly and interfere with reading, and no more problems tonight. The rain is over, I continue to lie down, read a book and now I keep looking at my feet. When I remember my friend’s working legs, I think, he’s going to hell with that job, I’d rather read a book and live peacefully in the cabin.
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2023-07-02 10:05:00
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