Salvatore Valentin

Salvatore ValentinHe worked in the office next to mine
and he was a shirker. If there
were the quickest, sloppiest way of
doing inspections, of filling
out the forms, he would do it. And it
made me furious that he got
such a plum, without any notion
of the many sacrifices
I made to reach an equal station.
I came from a family of
sweatshop workers and town hoodlums. To
hold a job in civil service,
an appointment, with a salary
and a guarantee of food in
the winter, these were lofty heights to
reach in my world. My triumph was
his prison. I did my job better
than was expected. And all I
received was the odd extra biscuit,
while he gained immortality.

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