The COOP is you
I wake up coughing Alex, then I feel that Matt turns around in bed.
I try to sleep again, but I can not, look at the phone, they are four in the morning and I know that I can not sleep!
For years, I wake up at 3:30 in the morning to go to work (I am not a baker), no matter which party is today, the habit of taking the upper hand, basking under the sheets to stay up late and only a fond memory.
I also know that at this point the mind begins to "machine", the problems there, we live in a house in four of 65 square meters, children begin to be large, there are more.
When we chose to live here, we came to a difficult situation, Seizure of property in the apartment due to a bad story.
decided not to seek a home in a condominium, where small children could move without disturbing any condominiums, the choice was apt, eight years have been wonderful from that point of view, but now things have changed, increasingly resembles a bivouac.
To bring our furniture to housing we have removed the doors from the bed I just reach out to touch the hair of Alex.
No! They begin to be large, need some 'privacy.
But where to go with the rents today, already € 600.00 we pay now are many.
I think .... postpone such payments to make ends of the month.
I think .... how can it be possible to work 10 hours a day for a salary that makes you not make ends meet.
I think .... the cost of living is not justified!
I realize that I'm thinking too much!
this is not good ... I can not sleep again.
I remember when I was a kid (late 60s early 70s) my parents were members of the COOP, my mother was shopping in a store in a small provincial town where we lived.
I remember he had a gray booklet where the cashier wrote the amount of expenditure, this was a soldier every weekend, when my father was a small agricultural cooperative workers received pay (at the time the workers were paid weekly), the memory I thought then, is the feeling of entering into something of my own, the slogan "YOU ARE THE COOP" was real!
(What balls are still awake!)
remember the strikes in over those years, and my question for children "daddy because you do not strike" the answer was "because I work in a cooperative and a cooperative member , as would strike against themselves. " This thing but I was not so clear!? It asked for confirmation "So also is open to the COOP?"
Today, our politicians and businessmen are proposing this idea, who strike you hurt yourself, as part of the system, leaving a small particular, that did not administer the coop but through years of spa
Then I understood what she meant my father.
The cooperative and the place where, beyond the different responsibilities, all have equal, if there is a real problem it solves all! But this probably is part of the communist ideology that the "enlightened liberals" of today put to shame by giving voice only to markets and budgets,
now entering a shop co-op do not feel anything (maybe I was jaded?), And how to enter any store of any brand.
You think to confess that I get with the newspaper of the coop, positive, of rebates to owners of all the multitude of promotions, discounts, and whatever else you want, and I wonder?
Who knows ... if my parents (one of the founders of the coop), disappeared a few years, considering a financial group with banking insurance, etc. ... or were content in their ignorance of a poor society of "mutual aid" formed by the working partners and consumer members!?
wonder ... what would they think of union demands in the cooperative.
Who knows .... What do you think 20% discount on the "no food" as the "food" is the roof?
Who knows .... what would they think of lettuce to 4000 pounds per kg.
... Who knows what they would think of apples in 3000 lire per kg.
Who knows .... what they would think at least 2000 pounds of bread per kg
Who knows. ... What is that idea of \u200b\u200bmaking the necessary futile with promotions and discounts!?
I see light outside, just do not take it anymore, you can not start the day pissed off!
get out of bed and go to the bathroom ... ...
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