...Taste and thought

The food was stocked up from last night. It is not known from what forces. Still weary, but still somewhat joyful, Deniel fed on. He set the alarm clock and collapsed to sleep on a bed of worn old clothes.

I woke up, had a little refreshment and - to a new job. There were only two steps left. All of them were spent on the previous plowing, where, in addition to the hellish slave job, incredible moral efforts had to be made in order not to lose the place of work.

Deniel did his usual extra effort and got there. And at work he already got a nice joy from the friendly visits of good grannies. The resulting light surge of life is enough to get home. And there will already be a little more relics.

At lunchtime, Deniel went to an inexpensive library cafeteria. The food was simple, but magically delicious.

Meanwhile, Deniel was not trained at all. He could not read or write at all. The librarian girl worker recommended that he learn letters and numbers and showed him how to do it.

Again, the road home was not easy, also because the psychos blocked the entrance to the entrance and the dogs, similar, now and then strove to pounce.

The idea of ​​buying a bicycle changed from mild sadness to joy at the opening of the door to the room.