Our dream job has to be a good place, with a great view because we would like to working in a relaxed venue.
We want to work in a place with positive people, without prejudices and it has to be a place where we have an open schedule, so we can arrive a little later.
Other characteristic would be to get enough money each 15th of every month, and we'd expect to be
relaxed workers, because we could take two vacations per year.
miércoles, 29 de agosto de 2018
Fourth story: One person makes a difference
In the industrial revolution the proletariat were restless, lifeless and soulless, abused and mistreated, but a brave young sttuter, a noble porter of the ambassy, raised his arms and with difficulties told them his speech, sighned, and gave his battle cry to be heard, and beat the English empire and the European empire thanks to the discipline and courage of all workers.
Third story.
A Christmas night, while everyone in the city celebrated with firework, in a little corner of the city a street dog was scared by the noise that it emitted, the dog ran to hide in a drawer he found in a dumpster, perhaps what he most wanted on this Christmas night was to find a kind person to give him a cuddle and save him from loneliness.
A Christmas night, while everyone in the city celebrated with firework, in a little corner of the city a street dog was scared by the noise that it emitted, the dog ran to hide in a drawer he found in a dumpster, perhaps what he most wanted on this Christmas night was to find a kind person to give him a cuddle and save him from loneliness.
miércoles, 15 de agosto de 2018
Second story.

I’ve been frightned since that day…
The day that they kidnapped me, I have not left my house because of that. The psychologist tells me that I'll be like this for a few days but I don’t think so, every time I remember those horrible days, there are thunders in my head, is useless trying to be happy. My room is untidy, my head as well, there are trash in both of them. What would I do?
I’ve been frightned since that day…
The day that they kidnapped me, I have not left my house because of that. The psychologist tells me that I'll be like this for a few days but I don’t think so, every time I remember those horrible days, there are thunders in my head, is useless trying to be happy. My room is untidy, my head as well, there are trash in both of them. What would I do?
miércoles, 8 de agosto de 2018
First story
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