The banality to say that Christmas I was never bothered.
The fact that this phenomenon was nothing more than a gimmick designed to start the night safe, to save the traders from the crisis, politicians from the duties of shareholders, workers wages from the grip of tight, children from the sober gray of not I am not exaggerating never seemed a real problem.
Not that she did not share the flat truth of these views that the rigor of logic leads to state without frills or lace. Just at Christmas, I always had my head busy elsewhere.
to arrive as early as possible in January, for example.
fault of fatigue in the shops and supermarkets where they serve seasonal and tried to take the best squeezing the juice of agave with the brain, storing and trying to pour it on paper. Inventing falsely telling, building parallel stories that could explain (and justify) my presence there, beyond the objective of earning rental market in August.
When
supermarket instead of my head is always placed between the shoulders upright despite the weight, political and economic, of a shop of fair trade, I stopped feeling the need to justify it.
Christmas time when the hours on the treadmill one another compulsive buying is anti-Newtonian, the body decides that the time had the weight on himself. Choose how to weigh and how much to lighten the mood of that body who uses it. Often seem endless endless hours more than expected. At other times seem to fly out and do things to disappear in a bubble. You made them all. You are still missing all but six inexplicably tired, with aching back and shoulders supported by the muscles cling to the neck, stretched and ready to accompany his arm all over the brain or the consumer so requests. And you can not light out of there, because if you still have the forces to do something, for sure tomorrow you will have less to fix. Conviction rather than strict logic. Things to do never end in a fair trade shop. You bring them home, there peoples dreams, nightmares and speeches.
I think it is the way the fair trade vehicles save.
Let the security that the Christmas sale is not an end in itself. But it is the only alternative for those cooperatives which pre-finance the production months in advance of a work project in Mozambique, Sri Lanka, Ecuador. So that others may work, confident that here, in the old and rich in Europe, their work will be recognized and appreciated, objects and food intrigued the buyer without the right to a fair retriubuzione remains a victim of those conditions that we call space-time cost of involuntary life.
If Christmas is a car save the economy, I do not know. If the empty consumerism of gifts for the force, a gift for the gift, the gift of stock, it is right or not, I do not mean anything. I struggle on value judgments and prefer truth values. I've always struggled on the right or wrong, often through any or no opinion.
Certainly, the fair trade and workers who are part of the pre-work projects financed by large and small homegrown cooperatives like to thank and survive. And if the machine of Christmas can enrich the landowners to create paradoxical imbalance, I am consoled that fair trade is immune from this.
course, not without effort and sacrifice.
The fact that this phenomenon was nothing more than a gimmick designed to start the night safe, to save the traders from the crisis, politicians from the duties of shareholders, workers wages from the grip of tight, children from the sober gray of not I am not exaggerating never seemed a real problem.
Not that she did not share the flat truth of these views that the rigor of logic leads to state without frills or lace. Just at Christmas, I always had my head busy elsewhere.
to arrive as early as possible in January, for example.
fault of fatigue in the shops and supermarkets where they serve seasonal and tried to take the best squeezing the juice of agave with the brain, storing and trying to pour it on paper. Inventing falsely telling, building parallel stories that could explain (and justify) my presence there, beyond the objective of earning rental market in August.
When
supermarket instead of my head is always placed between the shoulders upright despite the weight, political and economic, of a shop of fair trade, I stopped feeling the need to justify it.
Christmas time when the hours on the treadmill one another compulsive buying is anti-Newtonian, the body decides that the time had the weight on himself. Choose how to weigh and how much to lighten the mood of that body who uses it. Often seem endless endless hours more than expected. At other times seem to fly out and do things to disappear in a bubble. You made them all. You are still missing all but six inexplicably tired, with aching back and shoulders supported by the muscles cling to the neck, stretched and ready to accompany his arm all over the brain or the consumer so requests. And you can not light out of there, because if you still have the forces to do something, for sure tomorrow you will have less to fix. Conviction rather than strict logic. Things to do never end in a fair trade shop. You bring them home, there peoples dreams, nightmares and speeches.
I think it is the way the fair trade vehicles save.
Let the security that the Christmas sale is not an end in itself. But it is the only alternative for those cooperatives which pre-finance the production months in advance of a work project in Mozambique, Sri Lanka, Ecuador. So that others may work, confident that here, in the old and rich in Europe, their work will be recognized and appreciated, objects and food intrigued the buyer without the right to a fair retriubuzione remains a victim of those conditions that we call space-time cost of involuntary life.
If Christmas is a car save the economy, I do not know. If the empty consumerism of gifts for the force, a gift for the gift, the gift of stock, it is right or not, I do not mean anything. I struggle on value judgments and prefer truth values. I've always struggled on the right or wrong, often through any or no opinion.
Certainly, the fair trade and workers who are part of the pre-work projects financed by large and small homegrown cooperatives like to thank and survive. And if the machine of Christmas can enrich the landowners to create paradoxical imbalance, I am consoled that fair trade is immune from this.
course, not without effort and sacrifice.
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