El-Watan

Promoting Democracy in Algeria

A History Of My Childhood

What happened: when attending elementary school 4. A Professor of social sciences us train for weeks so that in a flag raising, we saliesemos dresses of vegetables and Greens. Teaching that never forget, by the warmth of his being and his devoted consecration to teaching. The fact is that until that moment I was the best exhibitor. Since the small part of my speech already had more than learned, i.e.: memorized and trained. All my friends cheered me, which genre in me a without number of emotions and more when they possessed strength leakage of childhood.

The hoisting of flag day we place our costumes, some dresses of tomatoes, beans, cabbages, and of course of cucumbers since I was one of them. Out of our classroom which stood just in front of the official platform of the College for their constant celebrations. Note a number of students that formed in my mind the image of a squadron of ants who stunningly placed his eyes on me. The teacher came out and introduced us. Us we are located in row. The teacher I take the microphone and give it the girl dressed in tomato, which I immediately duplico level your vos and said: I am a tomato and serve for many things, including casseroles, salads, etc.

Then the beans, cabbage and of course the cucumber than artistically harm them eternal submission. Since when I was given the microphone take it in my hands and grip against my chest and watching the crowd trying to talk and failed more than humming and muletear. Which produced laughter from the more than 400 students of the institution, and blame them for us. Because if I had seen a boy with frightened mouse face, tal ves me would have died laughing. Quickly the angelic and innocent girl tomato, face appeared on the scene and I rapo me the microphone.

Labour Office

If one considers that in defence of their privacy not feels comfortable to provide the private room of the marriage, the childhood friend who had requested it to only go with the family and he appears with twenty friends, he squirms of indignation, possessed of rabies he abandons her in the middle of the night and ends with friendshipforgetting that the owner had always invited him to free considering his precarious economic condition. Bad because Yes and bad because not. Always, lost with face or seal. One is always the villain, the H.P., the damn rich. And the jewel in the Crown is the Butler. That if it is a breed apart.

Because for advantageous and marrulleros, our peasants. All the time plotting, trying to take advantage, believing that what is natural is that poor people try to take advantage of any price that they consider that it is rich. They rent and lend without permission the farm or the pool when they have the certainty that the owner will not go and not accountable. They made lengthy phone calls and doing them claim get angry, tell him starved one and threaten to go immediately from the farm and leave it abandoned for not endure more humiliation. Do jobs other neighbors in normal business hours.

If they are not watching them and marking to pressure, it is difficult to abide fully by the assigned tasks. When they get bored or have other offers, they have no qualms about going without more, almost without warning. When they are dishonest, occur very rare thefts of appliances, tools, products, animals, eggs and milk; in most sensitive cases, threats, extortion and kidnappings. Almost none is discreet, on the contrary, they speak without contention even by the elbows, you think of everything, know everything, they intrude in all conversations. And at the end of the employment relationship, we have guaranteed demand, always with the endorsement of the Labour Office. They know more of labor law always those protecting lawyers and the law without any consideration for the pattern, which always is the reincarnation of the demon, no matter what is fair or noble or solidarity that it has been with him and his family.