her voice sounds like a hammer hitting my head.
time.time.
do you know
when i was a little girl nobody had a watch...or a clock.a
man came every morning shouting from the street
"the clock says it's 6 ".and we all got up.
we had no electricity.oil lamps.then gas lamps.she
looks through the window and nods her head.too
much electricty everywhere...people get sick.we
were healthier...you are all sick.it comes from all
the cables around you.and the television.and the computers.
you all don't think about us.we are less than nothing.
i can't even make a call.strange language you all use.then dial 1.
then dial 2.then dial 3...when they finish I forgot why
i was calling.there are no family doctors anymore.now
they don't even look at us...they look at the computer.
you go to them expecting a nice cup of coffee..
friendly conversation...and they stick their noses
in the damn pc...and send you home.last week
i asked my doctor about my blood tests...
he said everything was perfect ...looking at the computer.
i laughed so much.i hadn't done the blood tests yet.
[I couldn't stop her neverending blabla about the good old times...I don't miss them.
but she has a million reasons to talk like this.
yesterday I got a letter from my company.we might
have to stop working.the newspapers talk about
8.000 out of a job.ambulant care to the old and sick.
the townhall has decided to work with cheaper independent
workers..with no specialization.this has been going on for the last three years.
global changes ...global disaster for the poor
and the needed.I feel a certain repulse for the new changes.I certainly
wished to have the power to make the ones
that are in charge[sadly chosen by all of us]very old
and very sick...and having nobody to help them.
I know this is not very spiritual...don't care....what is spiritual anyway?