I had done some unpaid jobs, in the usual office. They kept sending me off from one office to another. I had to go all dressed up, but I always wore old trousers and t-shirts.
One day they made some trick on me and I got angry. I told them that I was leaving for a few days to rest and then I would decide if I would continue there or not.
Two or three days later one of my bosses called me. I was on good terms with this one. She asked me: ‘Have you not looked at the email I have just sent you?’ I sat down to explain at length.
At one point the conversation got cut and I called her back. I explained to her that I had already said that I was leaving for a few days, that I was fed up with the treatment, but if she was asking me, I would go the following day to do what she was asking of me, or to work with her. Even though I had called her back, I could still not hear her properly. I told her: ‘if it is very urgent for you, I’ll go right now, do you want me to go now?’
I went back there in my usual work clothes, velvet trousers and cotton t-shirt and jumper. Some friends received me with joy. I had prepared something to eat, but we wanted to go out out for lunch. However, we did not find anything to eat. When we went back to the office, there was a clerk frying something. I heard the frying, and noticed the smell too. I followed the smell and I found the clerk in an improvised kitchen, with a frying pan. I did not dare to ask whether he was frying for himself only or for all, and before I said anything, I saw him take some food out of the pan. It could be a meatball or onion stir, and he put it in a pile on a table, dripping oil as it was, on the white tablecloth, without a plate. When I looked at him, he made a face that said it was for everyone. I took one and went the room to where my partners were; I said to them ‘thank goodness someone thought of this, we are saved’.