"racecourse is full of fools.'m Sure there's open the gates. Then lie down in the stands, or on some bench, and sleep for the duration of the competitions. Who never watch a race. Then get up and return home. some other roam here and there, you are vaguely aware that there horse racing. go get a coffee and look around like stunned, dried, lifeless. [..] and the end of each day I see someone with his head down, between his legs. some are crying. where are the losers? who wants a loser? "
C. Bukowski.
After working for a few months in a betting shop horse you think you've seen them all. The next morning, as soon as you open the doors already see people get totally drunk, who does not even have money to eat, those who hope, who is already desperate. Sometimes you see people transformed from day to day. In the eyes now see only the demon, the demon of the game. Know them now, they have no interest in the outside world but only have eyes fixed on screens and posters. They head into the belief that he had found the way to win and as time passes and find themselves with less and less money in your pocket become irritable and nervous. It 's like the demon from within consumes them, day after day, until they become soulless monsters.
a few months working in a fantastic place.
If before, when I went to work seemed to enter the antechamber of hell, when I enter the library each time it seems to me to cross a door where every wonderful book has the great power to drag you into a new world for you and unknown. It 's like letting go on a journey not knowing where it will get you what you leave. It 's a matter of confidence, too. It 's like opening a door where you do not know what's coming back.
And people then have a blast. The
blind and deaf woman is my favorite. It 'a wonderful woman, her. Obviously the tone that dominates the decibel uses permitted by law, to buy whatever you propina, but if you just do not like back home, makes no problem to change it. E 'convinced that the accumulated points are not the money spent, but some other mysterious mechanism. I love it. If you do not see people at the counter, it can be heard shouting "c'èèèè neeeeessuuuuuunooooo?" and vibration, the books are committing suicide by throwing himself down shelves. There is also the Mr XXX, who calls
3 or 4 times a day and sometimes just passing through to take 3 large envelopes with the logo of library. For months I wondered what he was doing with these bribes, then I discovered that used to put the garbage. (Maybe because the bags are black?)
Then there is the man of the bears. He is totally crazy, I think. It comes a day asking me a book in French. On the bears. The volume is huge, is agitated and sweating. While I try to google the book ghost begins to open his coat and the scent that comes from his evil arms nearly knocks me out. When I give him the news that the book is no longer on the market, moves away talking to himself. As soon as he sits continues the discussion with his knee. Then I get scared and are trying to hide under the case.
aaaah life .. is not wonderful? : D
It 'good to be chestnuts.
If before, when I went to work seemed to enter the antechamber of hell, when I enter the library each time it seems to me to cross a door where every wonderful book has the great power to drag you into a new world for you and unknown. It 's like letting go on a journey not knowing where it will get you what you leave. It 's a matter of confidence, too. It 's like opening a door where you do not know what's coming back.
And people then have a blast. The
blind and deaf woman is my favorite. It 'a wonderful woman, her. Obviously the tone that dominates the decibel uses permitted by law, to buy whatever you propina, but if you just do not like back home, makes no problem to change it. E 'convinced that the accumulated points are not the money spent, but some other mysterious mechanism. I love it. If you do not see people at the counter, it can be heard shouting "c'èèèè neeeeessuuuuuunooooo?" and vibration, the books are committing suicide by throwing himself down shelves. There is also the Mr XXX, who calls
3 or 4 times a day and sometimes just passing through to take 3 large envelopes with the logo of library. For months I wondered what he was doing with these bribes, then I discovered that used to put the garbage. (Maybe because the bags are black?)
Then there is the man of the bears. He is totally crazy, I think. It comes a day asking me a book in French. On the bears. The volume is huge, is agitated and sweating. While I try to google the book ghost begins to open his coat and the scent that comes from his evil arms nearly knocks me out. When I give him the news that the book is no longer on the market, moves away talking to himself. As soon as he sits continues the discussion with his knee. Then I get scared and are trying to hide under the case.
aaaah life .. is not wonderful? : D
It 'good to be chestnuts.
