And yet another post that has very little to do with photography.
As many of you know Portugal is part of the “PIGS” (Portugal, Ireland, Greece and Spain). That means that we are all lazy, we don’t like to work but we like to borrow money from the banks and spend it not having ways of paying it back. (Sarcasm intended.)
Violent pay cuts and tax raising have turned this country, like some others, into a stage of dispair, unemployment, hunger, sadness and hopeless living. I feel it and see it everyday on the streets and public transportations. I see it among many of my friends. Losing the job, the house and the way to put food on the table, not for theirselfs, but for their familiy, can really bring a man down on his knees.
I was on the boat the other day, on my way to work and I noticed this old man. He had beautiful hands that caught my attention. I didn’t had the opportunity to take the shot on the boat so I followed him on my way to the subway. He also got on the subway and I sat in front of him.
He was holding a small piece of paper and I could see it was an add from an “African healer man”. The kind of healer that cures everything from love problems, to health problems, to money problems. That sad and tired old man was going to meet one of those magic healers. He was a desperate man.
As soon as he got out the subway, another man gets in and sits on the same place. He was talking loud and waveing his arms a lot completely out of this world. He kept saying “30 years working in this country and I have nothing, 30 years working in this country and I have nothing”.
All the sudden someone shouted: “if you don’t like it here, go back home nigger”.
All the sudden the whole hell break loose. I got up from my seat, severeal other guys got up as well and we went to that person and we threw him out of the subway on the next stop. And he was just an avarage guy, suit and a tie, in his 50’s, wedding ring on the finger…
His offensive remark was an act of dispair too.
The fear of losing the little that we have is becoming stronger than the will to help the ones who have even less.
What values are we willing to give up for a paycheck at the end of the month?
Every single day I wake up thankful for having a job.
Thank you for reading guys. More recipes will follow.