AT 6: 30, the alarm sounds.
should remove the webs from the corners of this roof. Maybe spend a coat of white paint. I'll be in here all came from when I work here 10 times. Not even the guy who sleeps in the bunk next to mine, I knew him before entering this room. It 's a colleague of mine.
I'm still staring at the ceiling. And 'all night I do it. I think it's because I slept so uncomfortable that I have the neck muscles atrophied.
I never would have believed it. To find myself so, eh.
few years ago, I had looked for a job to buy a house, start a family, things like that fact. I earned everything to the last penny. They joined the Merloni that I was a boy. The assembly massacred me. Refrigerators, washing machines. And put a screw, set us two hundred thousand. For eight hours a day. The first week I thought I would die. And all of my colleagues saw them as Martians, I did not think was humanly can withstand a work like this. But time passed, the gains were very good. It damaged the tendons can not feel them anymore. At night now I was not there anymore.
It 's a shitty job, I mean well.
So today I ask myself why I'm here to defend it? Why do I sleep for three days in a camp cot, inside a closed room and wake the other hand there is the smell of fresh croissants just printed ink photocopies ?
Good question. Congratulations.
I would say it has to do with dignity. It is not. Got the pride of being honest in this country smart. At the beginning of the crisis, when other workers watched on television Companies protest to keep their jobs, shook my head and I do not know to explain why so much of casino ... that things never change.
Now it is up to me to raise your voice, I understand everything.
understand the intimate needs we have, when suddenly you wake up and touch the bottom of our humanity. I have worked all my life, and I repeat and I'll be repetitive in saying it. I worked honestly, without asking anything to anyone, no stealing, no crime. Then I look at the company and I realize that people like me, workers not only are routinely mocked and teased by the policy, but the picture is of us in television, in newspapers, is also worse than derision. There is indifference.
Here, then, that I am here to occupy this room in my company, Antonio Merloni Colle di Nocera Umbra, not just maintain this for what it is my right, the place of work I've sweated and earned with fatigue, in all these years, but they are also here to tell all the people throughout Italy, the world, the universe, to God himself that I will have done well as the eighth grade and I will be a total ignoramus, a so-called average citizen, but what I have been, are and will be not ashamed. And to my children, if one day I'll, I'll look into their eyes. If you have to eat only bread can eat it with pride, because their father has not stolen and has never won until the last crumb, paying taxes until the last state infamous for this. How many children can do the same? Many could not ashamed of their fathers?
For all this I agreed to be here to occupy this room of the Antonio Merloni. Work, rights, dignity.
Now I make a cup of coffee, there are still 120 flyers to be printed.
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