May 29, 2007 at 5:22 pm
Work to live
It’s 6:00 o’clock in the morning, the alarm sets off. I get out of bed. I take a bath. I leave the house. I have my breakfast with TH as usual.
And there I’m, ready to face another working day. Or am I?
When I was a kid, I would ask my aunt why she had to work. She would always tell me that she had to, so she could have the …






