IT interviews in my sleep

Just a quick reminder: international conflicts—and all this other shit in general—are leaving people out in the open, with no roof over their heads for shelter. The housing crisis is far worse than we can even imagine.Dismantling tents and evicting people right before a storm is a massive mistake... The inclusion strategy clearly states that we must ensure people’s safety in the event of an emergency.

Petit rappel : les conflits internationaux — et tout ce bordel, en général — laissent des gens à découvert. La crise du logement est bien pire que ce qu’on peut imaginer.Démonter des tentes et expulser des personnes juste avant une tempête est une erreur monumentale... La stratégie d’inclusion stipule clairement que nous devons garantir la sécurité des individus en cas d’urgence.

Alcaldes, solo un breve recordatorio: los conflictos internacionales y toda esta mierda en general están dejando a la gente a la intemperie, sin un techo bajo el cual resguardarse. La crisis de la vivienda es mucho peor de lo que podemos imaginar.Desmantelar tiendas de campaña y desalojar a personas antes de una tormenta es un error absoluto... La estrategia de inclusión establece claramente que debemos garantizar la seguridad de las personas ante una situación de emergencia.

Companies change their names so often that you might end up taking tests—only to be ghosted by the same companies you avoided applying to in the first place: time lost, extra hunger, more debt.

During a rock concert, the building was rapidly consumed by flames. Some did not attempt to escape; instead, they helped others get out, until they could no longer breathe. One rocker, in particular, managed to save five people before inhaling so much smoke that he collapsed to the ground.The survivors—along with many others—arrived at a hospital that, due to corruption, lacked the basic resources needed for emergency situations. Those who had been rescued ended up dying, which only compounded the tragedy.The concert sent shockwaves throughout the entire country and its diaspora. During the communist dictatorship, rock music had been banned; even after the 1990s, the community of rock fans remained small—many had been forced to emigrate—yet new generations continued to enjoy the music at sporadic concerts, which drew attendees from every corner of the nation.In the aftermath of the tragedy, the public reaction was disastrous: religious figures appearing on television blamed the musicians and the concertgoers, claiming that a rock concert was "the work of the devil." An absurdly foolish interpretation of the performing band’s lyrics was put forward; it was clear that whoever translated them seemed to be living in an entirely different dimension.Ten years later, the matter remains unresolved: religious leaders continue their attacks, building codes still fail to meet necessary safety standards, and hospitals remain ill-prepared for emergencies of this kind.The overarching question remains whether or not it was an accident. Given how the media and television portrayed the rock fans, I would argue that it was a criminal act against musicians and poets—perpetrated by individuals who despise those who wear black lipstick or dress in black. This highlights the fact that trauma is a social issue that must be addressed. Yet, that same society has no qualms about resorting to Botox or silicone, or seeking redemption through money.The event brought together exceptional individuals—in many cases, friends—who possessed a human quality entirely lacking in the official religious establishment.

What is horror?It can be life itself, or rather, life is more terrifying without basic rights or autonomy.More horror than total survival is having it all and being so selfish and immature that you only create and feel void around you.

Finally got a job referral, but it’s for a position that requires working in Danish and Chinese... it’s probably a joke, since I don’t speak either language.I have IT interviews in my sleep...would prefer to dream something erotic...but the work situation is invading dreams. No pleasure, just answering questions.

Nada de levitación esta noche, solo pequeños pasos hacia la cima de las colinas, entre dolor y sangre, pero con los auriculares puestos para rebajar la intensidad.

Immigrant story by Toni Mir

Fragment from the book El Malestar de las Ciudades by Jorge Dioni Lopez