Author: Anička

It was not necessary to set the alarm on my watch because I’m awake at six o’clock in the morning. I was sleeping very lightly. I do not feel either fresh or relaxed. The whole morning reminded me of a nightmare. We’ve done well for the time – showering, breakfast and going out but I missed the fact that another few thousand people were preparing for the race, so we spend most of the time in the car trying to find a free parking space.

When I was fifteen, I had different temporary weekend jobs to boost my budget while studying. I used to work through agencies that mainly specialised in short-term work. I remember one position especially vividly. It was a large cold store of a reputable dealer of fruits and vegetables. My role was simple – I was sorting vegetables and fruit that had been imported by trucks. The food was intended for distribution to well-known supermarkets.

Monday morning; not a morning full of optimism. To dispel resentment I do yoga, meditate, and guess what; sometimes it just does not work, it is Monday after all. When I drive to work, following the usual stop-start roads, I arrive straight in the epicentre of the classic morning traffic jam. Damn, why did I stick to the main route and not take a detour when I could?