The first signs of a rainy morning, the first blink of light “greeted” the workers that start again another turn. I got off the car and I was walking at the head entrance when I met the foreman.
– Good day!
– God help us, he answers, continuing:
– I would like to ask you to come in my office.
– When?
– It will be good if you would come now.
He left; also, extremely sad (who wouldn’t be sad to lose a man like Alexander?).
– Boy, what I am telling you I would have to turn it into an excusable cover for the existing administration, but I cannot pretend for anyone’s sake, especially now when, you know what happened with Alexander and I don’t want to feel guilty of others wheeling and dealing. So, the news is very unpleasant. You were also “given off” and I believe it won’t be long and we will meet again, but not in the mine. They will turn off the mines, those that don’t know what they’re doing and how much harm they are bringing, but all this have no point now. You make your liquidation and give it to me. God help you!
And he left, leaving me in his office with my liquidation file. I was hesitating. I didn’t quite know which way to go and tacking a look in the office I see a guy that was looking like me but he was with the hair grey. Then I thought to my self that I would like to look like him in my old age. With an incommensurable regret I realized the “old man” was I, the nigh teen years old one.
This was my young mate confession, the one with grey hair. I believe there are not other type of comments left and still, to get to be the grave digger of a mine diggers generation; maybe some should be ashamed of this catastrophe and don’t you believe that they have the right to breath easily after this type of “action.
It’s not fair that only the mine diggers pay for all, while others adjudge in their own accounts the COUNTRY. I have never understood what kind of people are those that start to destroy, not only that they don’t have anything to replace with where they demolished, but they don’t even think to ask themselves: “How these two things would look together. What they destroy, they may consider that others should make or replace.”

– Mister Buia, it is unbelievable what kind of power the actual governors had assumed. Besides that, all the experiments they make are on us, but nobody asks for our opinion ever, even more, we are being handled unkind. I had the feeling that if we had been the direct enemy of this government, of this country, I may be wrong, but the international discourse would have protected us much better, and probably we would have had a better living. The big mystery that grew over had a strange surface, a strange interpretation. We have over eight million employees that do their job daily. Almost all the assets and commonwealth buildings had been sold, probably for money, I read that with an assessment of 78%, and they paid for it, so the money should be in there. The stupid question: “Where is it, besides the money, there are dollars that come for every month from different sources?” This should be a question for an attorney. If it’s like this, he should ask himself.
– My gentlemen, I think that, even if we know these things or if we knew them, we still won’t ease our daily living.
– Yes, it is true, but it hurts when you see that for a life time you witnessed the “Socialism Development” and they gave you a paper of a billion from which you receive 3-5 thousands/year, and some cut pieces from your work, from your body’s sweat, from your own life for the simple reason that they and their precursors kept some papers. And now you, the one that has worked for an entire life, from your accomplishments they are being allocated pieces, for those that not for few times don’t even know what work means. They didn’t have to blow their health to build fortunes for others. And you, old cheep, for whom not even the retiring pension would give in time so that they could put it aside for others. We wanted this! One of Buia’s guests ended.
– I still believe it would be better if we take care of our business, especially that nobody can be proud of having a shameless converted to some decent thoughts.
– You are right, Mister, one of the guests joined him, true born citizen. Mister Buia, I see, and I think that this is how it should be, that the accommodations, in fact the specific houses, shouldn’t have more than one architecture, in which the years they were built in reflect. It is impossible for a house that was built over fifty years ago to look as one that was recently built.

Even so, in constructions take place new discoveries, new materials and let’s not disregard the comfort that would make one house different than the other. That’s why, along the houses that I have passed nearby, until now, and the one we get close to now, the differences are huge. These type of differences are kept also among the people from the village?
– Oh, Buia says, it is absolutely normal for these differences to exist, first of all, age differences. The young people are more inventive, they accept easier the new trend and “its utilities”. And, after all, the house that you see is of a driver that is not so “aged” in our village, but he had relatives over here, so “the thin line” broth him in the village. I could describe him in a few words, but as for the time we have I would like to relate you the circumstances in which I met him, with a few years earlier before he came in our village.
– We are “eyes and ears opened”, the citizen encouraged him.
– I was with my family between two villages, started Buia Tomas the story. It was summer and it started to rain. After a burst, it stopped, and a cold enough wind started to blow. In the middle of the filed, in order for the bus stop sign to be seen, a kind of a shelter from plate was built, that the rain had hardly refreshed. The shelter would have been large enough if it wasn’t for …those passengers that used it for throwing or “depositing” all sorts of garbage of the present civilization, exhaling a miasmal smell. In those kinds of conditions we were using the shelter … on the outside as a front against the wind. As soon as the weather was getting better, each of us looked to interpose a bigger distance among us and the “exhaling” smells, impossible to redeem. And as you may know that “no adversity comes alone”, we were forced to change into airscrews, so fast we had to move our hands so that the covey of flies, which were disturbed form their “ambiance”, won’t annoy us. The movements were more from despair than for protection. Although the cold wind persisted and each of us was wet, we moved away from the “protection” that the shelter gave us choosing to get the cold blast of the wind, but that weren’t caring the smell exhaled from the “shelter”. It happened that through the ones that were waiting for the bus, most happened to know each other, and it was like if we were ashamed to wish something to someone in this kind of circumstances, when other fellows of ours, braving the common sense, changed the purpose of a shelter of a prime necessity, from a full filed, in a rest-room. In this station other hygienic objectives were required so that it won’t destroy what already existed.