The Line Between the Devil and the Rich

In my last blog I scarcely define what this place we live in is about, this huge behemoth of asphalt and steel known as Mexico City, the great forgotten empire that it is.
Today I embark on the son of trade and commerce, the sold called activity of "working" in this abysmal hellhole.

There are places in the world where you can live an easy and confortable life out af some table-waiting job, or maybe you could start your own record store with fine music for the masses and live an a-rated life travelling the world and doing what you love.
In this case we are far from there, very far.

First the richest person in the world is mexican (obviously descending from lebanese heritage), he lives in a land with 54 million people living in poverty, and by poverty I mean less than 4 dollars a day. This shitty misery of money for enslavering jobs, such as sanding all day in the cruel sun lifting rocks for housing, or washing cars for people who can spare some coins, just to name a few.

Then you have the fiftythousandtwentyfourhundredandtwentythree layers in oure middle class spectrum. Ranging from people who travel the world on pleasure or business, and people who read, buy, study, protest, reflect, create, all the way to ignorant fools who eslave themselves in the way of making money.

When you find yourself alone and trying to make a life out of yourself in this scenario, first you will only embark on the role out of need for money, so your smartest choice will be starting there. But no, we are dreamers and we are stubborn, we want to follow our needs and dreams. So we hop into the ship of destiny and sail away.
Some go into academy, schools and universities that ensure capacitation for one day finding that job that wont kill you out of sadness or stress. You will be on that ship many years, so you can enjoy the ride.
Some people go to a diferent port. The dive into the ocean of working directly. There you find yourself looking for this dream job, you know it wont be easy nor fast. You must work yourself into that place where you arent suffocated. You come across every kind of mutant and bizarre situation just to fulfill your pockets and your mind.
Odds say eventualy youll make it to the top and be just fine. But just maybe you will be stuck in the middle and you will be so damn miserable.

Then the high floors, the richest people. You can find them if you know where to look. They are scared of you and your poor pockets. They percieve you as an animal in need. So they will use you, they will use that necesity to thicken the line between you two. They will control you and your loved ones.
And they will be happy, they will never tell their children how the money really got in, their children would find it for themselves once they are trained right.


So no matter how accomodated you are in this great city, you would be presented with choices and ships and checks.

The poor always go forward, the rich always grow stronger, and the middle are just that, caught and suffocated there into a slow an painful death.