's only been ten days since we left the Red Center, but already it all seems far away ... And it is already ten days we're stuck in the Australian capital of citrus ... ... Waikerie dispersed village somewhere in South Australia, which certainly has more orange than people ...
We found lodging in a guesthouse, in a double room with something like a golden retriever hair on the floor, a giant double bed (which has the bedspread with same as the roses that had my grandmother) and a network background where we sleep in turn (right for not to lose the habit of a new bed every night!)
... There is a kitchen and a bathroom shared with other 7 people ...
... There is a kitchen and a bathroom shared with other 7 people ...
an Australian fifty black (or maybe more) which is the double of the Robinson Bill Cosby and he is here by more than a year to collect oranges ... is a bit 'out of head and perhaps a bit 'too talkative but it makes us die laughing ...
a boy and a girl in Korea is not clear whether they are together or not, whose English names are Wood and Julia (on why he chose a name like we dreamed widely! =)), whom I do the long talks (in a while 'I speak English with a Korean accent ...)
a Korean girl with whom she the evening I watch Sex and the City (it is bought all the dvds) ...
a Taiwanese who does not speak ...
another Korean and a Japanese
... I mean ... a melting pot ...
For the work we were full of expectations ... Needless to say, have all been widely disregarded ...
The pay is a pittance: $ 25 each filled bin ... 45 minutes to an hour to fill one in three ...! And to make matters worse the working day is 5 to 6 hours because the poor arancette can not be collected if there are at least 13 degrees ...
And okay ... so I already knew that the farm will not become rich ... Let's see the bright side: at least we do not need to buy fruit for a while 'and oranges are really the most delicious I've ever eaten!
But there's more ... in addition to the damage, there is also a joke ...
In fact, after the first day we realized that most Oranges are the people who collect locals, or people doing this job and a life that fills two bins when you're still in the first half (three!)
... After a few days of picking fruit have little bearing begun to consider the possibility of working in the factory packing ... I have been taken away, while the boys are now only for the night shift from 6 am to 10 pm ...
And so some day I spend my life to select and send oranges from boxing in Japan ... All day I, oranges and a box ... with a nice background and a deafening noise ... in freezing cold waiting for the siren sounds, signaling the break or the end of the round ... not
I can not even turn off your brain and boxing just because if I put an orange that does not fit the Japanese s'incazzano, but if they reject one that actually would be fine I'm wasting the proceeds of Mr. Nippys ... but who cares of the Japanese and profits of Nippys!
I just have to endure two weeks ...
a boy and a girl in Korea is not clear whether they are together or not, whose English names are Wood and Julia (on why he chose a name like we dreamed widely! =)), whom I do the long talks (in a while 'I speak English with a Korean accent ...)
a Korean girl with whom she the evening I watch Sex and the City (it is bought all the dvds) ...
a Taiwanese who does not speak ...
another Korean and a Japanese
... I mean ... a melting pot ...
For the work we were full of expectations ... Needless to say, have all been widely disregarded ...
The pay is a pittance: $ 25 each filled bin ... 45 minutes to an hour to fill one in three ...! And to make matters worse the working day is 5 to 6 hours because the poor arancette can not be collected if there are at least 13 degrees ...
And okay ... so I already knew that the farm will not become rich ... Let's see the bright side: at least we do not need to buy fruit for a while 'and oranges are really the most delicious I've ever eaten!
But there's more ... in addition to the damage, there is also a joke ...
In fact, after the first day we realized that most Oranges are the people who collect locals, or people doing this job and a life that fills two bins when you're still in the first half (three!)
... After a few days of picking fruit have little bearing begun to consider the possibility of working in the factory packing ... I have been taken away, while the boys are now only for the night shift from 6 am to 10 pm ...
And so some day I spend my life to select and send oranges from boxing in Japan ... All day I, oranges and a box ... with a nice background and a deafening noise ... in freezing cold waiting for the siren sounds, signaling the break or the end of the round ... not
I can not even turn off your brain and boxing just because if I put an orange that does not fit the Japanese s'incazzano, but if they reject one that actually would be fine I'm wasting the proceeds of Mr. Nippys ... but who cares of the Japanese and profits of Nippys!
I just have to endure two weeks ...
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