Oh lord, it's just so hot out here and i'm just so surprised i survived. I know i should be worried about the diseases i could ketch but that's just one way to die out here. There is plenty more way i worry about dying because it's so easy to be gone in a split second. I always think of falling of trains, being crushed under land and mud slides, and also suffocating from noxious gases. But also being blasted away to make layers of soil and rock from the Cuts to carve out the Canal route is a new one of my worries. I don't understand why they pick us to carry and transport all these explosive dynamites. But when i do carry these dangerous things, i'm very careful. Even a slighted bit of my sweat can said off the dynamite, and POOF there i go, just another worker gone and a new one to replace me. I see those men, random ones, and some who were my friends lying on the "dead body train," and i think to myself, i don't want to be on the train. But that doesn't change anything because i will never know when an accident hits me, and a man thinking the same thing i'm thinking right now, but me being on that train instead.
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