I have been recently fired, well if that is the word. Officially, my organization just decided that I was unfited for a job position in a very stressful environment.
You know... it is never easy to settle abroad, specially in a slum area of Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. I have learnt new ways of life in there, construction works were all around the slum, with the persistent sound of the hammer, knocking the walls. Men carried bricks above their heads, helped by small containers, making every task extremelly slow.
The main road was a sensorial festival, motorbikes, rickshaws claxoning and passing by each other, sorting the pedestrians on their way, and then the food... lentils smoothly cooked, with warm bread. And then, in the market, I could see the chicken and sometimes a cow, ready to die, the knife laying not far on a table.
But you know, sometimes humans reach their limits. I missed the silence, I missed the feel of being alone with myself. Then the silence again, violated by the sound of the hammer, knocking everyday, till the point I just couldn't end my phrases, I couldn't think clearly, so I lost control, I took the hammer from the hands of that man. He looked puzzled, but I just didn't care, as I threw the hammer a few meters away.
Then I went back to my room, just to be with myself. But then my boss came in, I was so angry to see her, she didn't understand me, couldn't she? The way she looked at me made me feel angrier, till the point I knocked the wall with my fist, no damages. But then she said I needed to go to the hospital. Someone who couldn't understand me, someone I tried to get to know for over one month at that time, was just threating me like a psycho, someone out of mind, and I wasn't. I just wanted silence, that's all.
The day after she put me back on a plane, back to Europe. No regrets.
Thanks boss!
You know... it is never easy to settle abroad, specially in a slum area of Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. I have learnt new ways of life in there, construction works were all around the slum, with the persistent sound of the hammer, knocking the walls. Men carried bricks above their heads, helped by small containers, making every task extremelly slow.
The main road was a sensorial festival, motorbikes, rickshaws claxoning and passing by each other, sorting the pedestrians on their way, and then the food... lentils smoothly cooked, with warm bread. And then, in the market, I could see the chicken and sometimes a cow, ready to die, the knife laying not far on a table.
But you know, sometimes humans reach their limits. I missed the silence, I missed the feel of being alone with myself. Then the silence again, violated by the sound of the hammer, knocking everyday, till the point I just couldn't end my phrases, I couldn't think clearly, so I lost control, I took the hammer from the hands of that man. He looked puzzled, but I just didn't care, as I threw the hammer a few meters away.
Then I went back to my room, just to be with myself. But then my boss came in, I was so angry to see her, she didn't understand me, couldn't she? The way she looked at me made me feel angrier, till the point I knocked the wall with my fist, no damages. But then she said I needed to go to the hospital. Someone who couldn't understand me, someone I tried to get to know for over one month at that time, was just threating me like a psycho, someone out of mind, and I wasn't. I just wanted silence, that's all.
The day after she put me back on a plane, back to Europe. No regrets.
Thanks boss!
