The sound of screaming is fading in the distance as the drills pulls through the solid steel. I'm tence and the words flying through the room are piercing my brain. The words of a gentle Belgian guy calms me down and like liquid snow his voice is sliding through my ears.
This is the hard work, unpaid breaks, limitless bitterness and stupid fucking supervisors.
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