No Job no clue for live

First that everything, call, does not go to obvious jokes of autocompasión. It does not say: “I am in forced vacations, jajajaja”. The others will pretend that them cause grace, but he is not funny, believe me. When they ask to him what walks doing, it admits that it is without work and that it does not find anything. Sure the idiot whom she has to the front will feel discomfort before the answer and will try to be saved with a drawer phrase: “Ah, good, but is resting at least”. take it with dignity, if right unemployed person even remained when he does not have fiancèe nor he saved the sufficient thing to go away of stroll and to escape of his inactive routine.

It is a situation that some illustrate saying: “The hunger with the desire was joined to eat… and with the lack of silver “. The grandmothers express it of another way, as ordinary as wise: “One “cagao” and with the water far”. Weeks one and two are not so serious. In my case, I made returns of bank, I sent last leaves of life, I called to my complete listing of contacts and I met with all those that I could, for “greeting them” and requesting to them of step that warned to me if they knew of some work. They are that type of encounter that one initiates with: “Uy, finally was let see”; and it finishes with: “It is not lost”. What lie.

It gives to the midnight seeing The Film me Zone try to make all those things that before I did not do by “lack of time”. I sat out to read a book. I found ingenious hidalgo, Don Quixote of Mancha. I animated myself to open it by the amused old title page of a fat one on a donkey and of a anoréxico horseman with armor. I started: “In a place of Mancha…, of whose name… to decide ” zzzz…, zzzz…, zzzz to me…. What dream. The 11 in the morning became the 11 from the dawn, because he was earliest than it could raise after awake seeing repeated chapters of the Simpsons and one to me that another program on relations of pair in The Zone Film, eróticos cases of the real life (I realized that Cinemax entered the same wave).

Possibly a call to 10 woke up to me in the morning and I delivered my better attack to clarify the voice and not to sound to just raised, but it is an impossible task; all realize: “ You were sleeping”, ask. It resisted to me to accept it: “Nooooo, for nothing…”. The subject becomes a nightmare as of week three. It is like carrying out that film in which every day is repeated of identical way to the previous one. The back hurts to me as much of sleeping; I feel shame to see me total light of the day in messy hair pajamas and; I bathe before my brothers arrive from the University or the work; now they are the 2 of afternoon and it is called on to me have breakfast-to have lunch requesting an address; I wash the stoneware so that in my house they create that at least that I do; I watch (any old series, because Caracol TV decided of foolish way to end Parents and Children); it is at night and arrive my parents; he salutes to me with coldness and watching to me as if outside a parasite, a leech that feeds itself on its blood; my mam yes to me continues calling “king” and until it serves food to me, although it knows that I did not do anything in all the day; it is the midnight and there I am, again, seeing The Zone Film.

In that new and strange world, that turns out to be my my own house, I realize detail that had let pass inadvertent. The store of the district is seen by day very different. My brother, when he arrives to study, in front of feels like per hours the computer. My sister, when she returns to work, speaks without stopping by telephone as if still she was 15 years old. It thought that my parents no longer discussed, but I discovered that they continue it doing newspaper. By days, my grandma was my my better friend the days are debilitating (because, in serious, she produces fatigue not to do anything). I hope with anxieties the weekend to leave with some friends and friends. I try that they invite to me. They return the uncomfortable conversations about what I am doing, etc. I approach the women because I cannot offer to them, not even, an aromatic one. The weekend finishes very fast and returns Monday… and Tuesday… and Monday. It seems a joke of my.

She was always available for me. We had so much in common: without sentimental work nor commitments and right it finished returning from small trip, so that she was all mine. But it did not last. She needed a space for her own social life, with her older friends . It requested to me that it did not call more and said to me that was a “intense one”. I decided that it was not going to let to me win of the situation. It was the moment for making exercise, to retake the guitar classes that never I initiated with judgment. It was Monday, again, and although already it had lost noon raising me to 11 of the “dawn”, was not behind schedule to begin to all along take advantage of free del that now arranged.

It was then when I received the call that hoped: it would begin to work the other week. Hardly it had understood the potential that had my “vacates” and of a little while to other they snatch my hours and hours to me of free time. I was convinced that, in any case, it was at the correct time for including certain habits in my life, although would return to the intense rate of work. I in the morning listed to the alarm-clock for the 8, with the firm intention to rise to trotar. Before laying down to me, I took hold another book, this time something more relative, than already it had read before:

“Many years later, as opposed to… firing squad, colonel Aureliano… “zzzz…, zzzzz…, zzzzz… Damn it is, I remained slept. Again, they are the 11 of the “dawn”.