The Job

This life was chosen once in the past. The package includes a family, a kid, and work, and in this summer the work is in a graveyard. One might think it is a peaceful occupation in the shadows on an ancient, protective institution but no - the market economy has already ruined it all. The crazy sexton guards workers, the relationships between the workers are sour, and the short, reliefing trips to the city are not really relieving at all, as the same distorted life goes on there. Missus is not interested. The narrator erupts uncontrollably and hysterically in the irreligious, mechanical world. There is no freedom, and no gods, anymore. Or maybe some old, primitive gods from the nature religions are still lurking there. There are the ancient songs. The one who looks, finds friends from flocks of crows, sparrows and ever-patient trees, all this while the people's world is alienated, broken and hostile to every living being. The crooked humour. The short breathing breaks amidst the toil give views into the eternity, to rest and time which is not measured.