TIGER FEET: "Mud"

I drive to work in the morning. I sit alone on my white-leather seat, they are packed together in an open pick-up truck. I smile when hearing the jokes on the radio breakfast show, they stare at me without expression with their hollow, tired eyes. I will read the newspaper, have a good lunch, and sign some documents in my air-conditioned room during the day. They will lift heavy materials, have a 15 minute lunch break and obey orders in the outside heat.

I jog along the construction site in the evening. Two clean-white 100-dollar-each running shoes; hundred muddy 10-dollar-each safety boots. I sweat for pleasure, they sweat for money. Some people get fat and rich doing little, some people get skinny and poor working hard. Those guys don’t even have time to go out running after work. And even if they would, they surely must feel too tired for that after a long day. Think of it. Know that you are spoiled. We are all equal. But until the day we all realize this, they will continue building this city like the Egyptians built the pyramids.