E 'Labor Day, those who build their lives every day with no warranties, no assets behind them, seems poised between a minimum of well-being of misery and misfortune or disease.
It 's a strange category, such as cows of our territories, attached to Treggia to pull, and in the evening that you eat some hay that allows the owner, sometimes mixed with straw, if the winter goes on, or just to save money. And when the cow is old or lame to be sold to slaughter, and as you do with more productive workers who are mobile, ie they are hunting with a kick in the ass. Already
okay if you do not send to the slaughter of war, as our grandparents remember that they saw deprive their children (our parents) on a journey to the front of no return often. Then it all breaks down, even the minimum certainty in a God who no longer know if it's good or bad to see as many misfortunes occur, always the usual.
So not only has an insatiable appetite daily, but see disappear companions sons and brothers who do not return, and it also remains alone. Then you pull the tap
Treggia more than before because the debris of war does not take away the workers.
they say is history. But workers do not seek war, and after two centuries of promises of greater prosperity, they are entitled to see it and live it as a permanent conquest, and not as a fairy that hides any worker who is not sneeze.
And war is not only done with the guns, but also that of the markets and stock exchanges, as they know the Greeks in those days.
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