Translated by Esteban G. If for Cuba Lorraine
When the day off and sleep begins to steal over me, I like reading or watching something entertaining on TV. People who, like me, conviction, or moral responsibility simply by obstinacy, trying to keep us informed and denounce this it should not be known, we need a loophole to avoid losing because after seeing all the struggles, the miseries and indignities that grow each day under our eyes.
With time comes when we are able to harden, and only from time to time any of this information comes every time we destroy a little more inside. This is one of them, specifically, that I saw today. Ezequiel Ferreyra died of a brain tumor, he was only seven years old. There is nothing strong enough to console the death of a child, but his case was very special, or rather, he had nothing specially unfortunate. In theory it exists nowhere else: a child slave. Yet he lived - so to speak - in a country like so many others, more or less free, with protection for workers more or less bad and a judicial system that is supposed to defend the rights of its citizens a category in which, as in this case, children are not always part.
His job was reserved for those who are poorest, those who do not count, those parts of the machine, children themselves from other parts of the machine. His job was to stir and get blood and excreta of chickens and handle poisons for a company that sells eggs to major supermarkets in Argentina. In life, its function was to work for the bosses of the machine, the same home that they certainly do not leave droppings and poisons within reach of their children so they do not get sick because their children are more children than others, which is why they have the latest video game and the latest fashion qu'Ezequiel iPhone has paid with brain tumor caused by work provided to patrons of the machine and their parents.
Ezequiel was not a child. He was a slave. That is to say, it has not been a child, it was not individual, it has not happened. It was a screw machine, and she has just broken. He will throw it away and get another.
Thank Ana Atienza date of the original article: 17/11/2010
When the day off and sleep begins to steal over me, I like reading or watching something entertaining on TV. People who, like me, conviction, or moral responsibility simply by obstinacy, trying to keep us informed and denounce this it should not be known, we need a loophole to avoid losing because after seeing all the struggles, the miseries and indignities that grow each day under our eyes.
With time comes when we are able to harden, and only from time to time any of this information comes every time we destroy a little more inside. This is one of them, specifically, that I saw today. Ezequiel Ferreyra died of a brain tumor, he was only seven years old. There is nothing strong enough to console the death of a child, but his case was very special, or rather, he had nothing specially unfortunate. In theory it exists nowhere else: a child slave. Yet he lived - so to speak - in a country like so many others, more or less free, with protection for workers more or less bad and a judicial system that is supposed to defend the rights of its citizens a category in which, as in this case, children are not always part.
His job was reserved for those who are poorest, those who do not count, those parts of the machine, children themselves from other parts of the machine. His job was to stir and get blood and excreta of chickens and handle poisons for a company that sells eggs to major supermarkets in Argentina. In life, its function was to work for the bosses of the machine, the same home that they certainly do not leave droppings and poisons within reach of their children so they do not get sick because their children are more children than others, which is why they have the latest video game and the latest fashion qu'Ezequiel iPhone has paid with brain tumor caused by work provided to patrons of the machine and their parents.
Ezequiel was not a child. He was a slave. That is to say, it has not been a child, it was not individual, it has not happened. It was a screw machine, and she has just broken. He will throw it away and get another.
Thank Ana Atienza date of the original article: 17/11/2010
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