On a vacated land behind the block of flats I live in two buildings which will be 14 stories high when completed, are feverishly being built. This will result in further crowding of my neighborhood, which had not had the utilities and the access roads designed to take in the extra amount of people who will soon become my neighbors.
On a vacated land behind the block of flats I live in two buildings which will be 14 stories high when completed, are feverishly being built. This will result in further crowding of my neighborhood, which had not had the utilities and the access roads designed to take in the extra amount of people who will soon become my neighbors.
For the past four months I contemplated the mayhem from the window of my room, as the workers bending the iron to make the cast for the concrete walls were shouting and swearing at the top of their lungs. It looked like, we, the innocent dwellers of buildings around the construction site, were to bear the brunt of a curse. But in the end, I realized that I had forgotten what physical work looked like and understood that the brunt of a curse stayed upon the workers bending iron and casting concrete for days on end, under the unforgiving sun.
There were days when I could not even look at the half naked workers, for shame and a sliver of fear creeping into my heart. I wondered what would happen if one day they would not be able to bear anymore the new form of slavery, prophesied by the wild capitalism in Romania, and a true revolution would take place?
I understood, once more, how easy man forgets circumstances or events that recall his own state of slavery, for I myself was once such an unskilled worker.
I may be true what positive thinking textbooks teach us, that work moves mankind forward. But more often than not, the individual performing hard, physical labor is
