six-thirty in the morning, dark, and icy in La Laguna but even at this inopportune time and climatological situation throng and a group of brave soldiers not to call Fallen (which would be more accurate), at the offices of the company with more workers in Spain, the offices of INEM.
for things past of fate had been there, never so crazy hours, but by a situation that closely resembles the present one, were, so to speak, specific situations. The truth is that seeing a queue of this type, at dawn and the Bar in the area still closed (yes, the bars close and open at dawn), is a situation that is usually something embarrassing or rather uncomfortable, but in these times (and how they run, they seem to record holders) the situation is as logical as usual, so people not immersed in their cell phones or hides his face behind the day's newspaper. In contrast, latent distracted and entertaining talks about politics, football parking problems in the area.
At about half past eight the doors opened and a security officer shared a bunch of numbers and fed information to any person requiring extensive knowledge in fact has always struck me is the most knowledgeable of enclosure, "if he comes so he needs these documents and must wait to be called by this zone" . Observed in the past with suspicion those who arrived at eight and forty were seated in another area I thought was a VIP area where you are called by name and not by the number of slip that gave you the entrance, an area that seemed destined to major, the VIP's. I get the shift and give the relevant documents and hands me a green folder, from next month receive unemployment.
Those were times past, today they called me by name as he watched over his shoulder to those labeled with a number, now clearly in number than those in the VIP area, a fact that does not detract one iota of pride for being a where it is called by name and without queuing the third world.
But an aura of reality ends up hitting on my face to see that it gives me a new folder, this time with a mustard color, much less attractive, if it ever was, that the usual green. This folder has written some words that may offend seriously the ego of any man: "Grant for the termination of unemployment benefit" amounts to something like "charity aimed at poor are on the brink of the precipice and we helped with a handful of euros in order to prolong pain " just need to put in some sort of color that stands out as a bonus to avoid the poverty line.
I realize, now, embarrassed to the bars, we formed a group of colonels nutridÃsimo mustard seeking the murderer of our illusions, illusions that were in a war for oil, economic mismanagement by politicians, the malicious use economic prosperity by banks and the irresponsibility of those who lived above their means for more time and money than you can afford.
€ 420 that are of little use if you have family, mortgage or simply have to eat and dress. A charity may alleviate one item to choose, or roof or food, but never the logical necessities of a middle class family.
ask how long?
