May 13, 2019. Monday
Three days of giving and taking the audios, of saying same words and phrases thousands times, of gathering and lifting up the guides on our shoulders from here to there, up and down, far and closer, of cleaning and putting the machines into the chargers.
Three days of waking up at 6 a.m. and coming back home after 8 p.m.
Hoarse voice, anger, but also some jokes, and also good jokes. Jokes and laughter save us. The sameness of the routine physical work varies when we laugh.
People are all the same, and we’re so always ready to create stereotypes. People are all so different, and we pay attention to these differences, we like them or we hate them, we play with them and make fun.
The 4th day is my day off. And, strangely, I do not feel as if my flesh and bones were thouroughly chewed and split out by the crowds of people visiting the fabulous château de Versailles.
I have a good feeling of my body, it is sound, ready to escape – finally! – into the fields. Val d’Oise is calling. It’s a perfect day with lucid air.
Acacias are in bloom.
One day of the sun and silence.

The next day we were told we didn’t work hard enough: instead of 50%, we distributed the audios to the 48% of the visitors during Easter and april. That’s why we won’t be paid our salary bonus which is about 200 euros. Bloody capitalism. It’s like bloody communism. Achieve the impossible with as less facilities as possible. Some colleagues think though that other colleagues are to blame: they did not try thaaat hard.


