I just 5:30 in the morning, rang the alarm has just dragged me out of bed. Thoughts are still confused and very slowly, the brain begins to filter through thoughts and reflections.
immediately thought 'kind of smell. I sense that it rained all night 'cause the air conditioning in the room shoot rumorasamente container laden air humidity'. I rise with difficulty from the position of sleep and I start sitting on the bed for a few seconds. I immediately felt a pleasant relief, the smell of that cushion on which she slept hordes of sweaty workers before me, in a few minutes will be 'just an unpleasant memory ... at least until tonight!
I ride around with his eyes still misty, laptop and 'still there on the bedside table where I left off last night. The screen and 'up yet, I must have fallen asleep with fatigue before the movie I was looking over. Now remember, this was "Berlin Calling". A really good movie ... but what the hell am I thinking? I have to move! In a little more 'than a quarter of an hour and I need to close the cafeteria to eat breakfast. I wait 12 hours and it 'a case for something to eat. The bathroom and 'one meter wide by two, a real niche which miraculously live a toilet, a sink and a shower floor that resembles that of the vessels. The water that comes out of the taps has an unhealthy odor and common sense suggests brushing your teeth using bottled water, which, fortunately, the container does not fail. While I dress on a chair known to have arranged a confusing series of adventure books in English, probably left by the previous tenant. On the table but there 's a giant jar full of a white powder, in all probability' is one of those crap American to strengthen muscles without giving up burgers and fries scofanarsi super-wide format. The outline of my predecessor, whereas the smell on the blankets, he began to take shape. Better not think about it. The air conditioner continues unabated to shoot icy air inside the container, making a noise that you wonder how it was possible to sleep the night before. A series of thoughts crowd in my head, without a logical, not a sequence ... I think the people I love, I think the magic of the rest, the pleasure of being in the company, it is good to drink a glass of wine and feel at home . I gotta go.
I open the door of the container and begin to walk a long hallway with laptop on my shoulder. At the gates of the other niches of the bags are placed with the dirty stuff that someone more 'late will take care 'to collect and wash.
When I arrive at the main door and push the red panic bar, reality 'appears in all its harshness. Out and 'night yet, on the ground formed a multitude of water wells and there is' mud everywhere. Come from the other dorms in a trance people of all nationalities', Filipino, Chinese, Mexican, American, Nigerian ... an amazing melting pot of races, facial features, colors. No one wants to talk and the daily ritual of approaching the table is consumed in a surreal silence. The air and 'already' and loads of hot umidita'e an unpleasant smell will close the stomach. I have not understood if this is the night of the tropical jungle marcescibile or fried from the kitchen of the restaurant.
not matter, I just know that I need to drink a coffee '. The canteen and 'big breakfast and you can choose whether to opt for something simple or something high-calorie from beans, eggs and bacon. A tea with a slice of bread and honey is the best choice 'healthy, even if those who must work all day in the yard under the sun ... it could not share.
To make you feel even more 'inprigionato, at 6 o'clock part of a concentration camp-style piece of music that you hear around the site and telling you that you should start to work hard and produce. The sound awkward and scratchy that arose naturally out of the speakers is the opposite effect.
Once again I put my laptop on my shoulder and after placing the tray into the collection area I leave the table.
Outside the dawn is breaking, and the path to the business and 'something indescribable. In the gloom I feel religious songs of Nigerian workers. Clapping in time and stand in a circle to pray through song.
The ritual is repeated every morning before starting the various tasks. They are real gospel choirs and the first thing that you feel listening to them and that are full of faith, but also an atavistic suffering!
My journey continues to the office area and while I sink into the sand beginning to see the first red-headed lizards that make their usual push-ups. All around the yard began to make noise deafening, the bulldozers start moving, the trucks began to transport their loads mammoth and the sound of intermittent reversing of lorries, it becomes a symphony ancosciante and more.
background flames twenty meters high rock and never stop as you move between different areas of the Site, the barbed wire and armed guards become almost imperceptible presence. After the first time it does not recur 'and the task in your mind become the weapons of wood ... water pistols in a display in form of reality '.
And I'm not yet arrived in the office!
are the 6:30, and 'still dark and I'm missing about 11 hours of work before they can even lie in the bed, smelling inside my container / house ...
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