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Part III

Upon arriving at the warehouse and getting out of the van, a sigh because it was the last Thursday of work was nothing more than uncertain.

As long as I collect my share of the money and we get out of here, it should be enough.

For some strange reason there is a certain feeling of emptiness or weakness when doing things that would be considered bad. And even worse, it is known that it is done in secret.

It's as if he were too young for bigger things and generally it is normal to have doubts like that; and almost as if out of obligation, or perhaps the knowledge that something will go wrong at any moment is enough to notice it.

I have the freedom to choose before being influenced, or perhaps it is believing I know what to want once I am, but the truth is that I have no goal to dream of.

In short, I will leave the contradictions up to this point since I have no goals I want to achieve; a life to know how to take advantage of.

Another blatant self-absorbed teenager who feels different from the rest...

Once all the equipment was complete, we entered the warehouse and the cargo trucks were already entering the area.

The movement was fast, and the atmosphere was lively, perhaps to finish the work and take everything for granted.

When the twelve trucks entered, the drivers got out and opened the doors of the first truck.

Being among them was the main character of this meeting.

Carón: Today is the last day, so let's try to do it quickly.

Carón: First, the drivers will unload the merchandise and deliver it to you while you stand in line and receive the package. And second, they will deliver them to the team on the cargo yacht in the back port.

Carón: Movement on the streets is safe but don't waste time and hurry up.

With those words they began to unload the merchandise while lifting it and throwing it over the receiver's shoulder.

Unlike previous times, the atmosphere is less tense.

Guffy: They're starting to adapt.

Mikael: Naturally.

The jokes between them are what is not lacking and the energetic conversation while they work skillfully is a source of contagion.

Although they are mostly obscene jokes and not suitable for minors.

It is difficult to see the emotion in the double meaning and even more so if you are unusually innocent in those topics.

Guffy: What plans do you have after finishing this?

Mikael: I haven't thought about it yet. I think I will try to find a part-time job to support myself.

That is one of the nature and simplest plans of any person in common society.

Guffy: I have more offers for you if you're interested.

Mikael: I don't expect to live up to your expectations but I will decide at the time.

It would be the most prudent thing...

While the casual chat was going on, my turn came and I prepared to receive the sack.

One of the men threw the sack over my right shoulder and I held it with both hands as I retreated to the rear port.

The sound receded with every two steps and little by little the sharp whistle of silence fell on both my ears.

It is certainly uncomfortable but interesting to feel such a high-pitched and loud ringing increase in your ears when you have nothing to listen to.

I don't know why it is so I'll just try to ignore it.

But besides that there is the sound of my footsteps and rhythmic breathing.

Although I am about to reach the cargo yachts, my muscle tension from holding a weight for a short period is beginning to cause some fatigue.

It's not that I'm especially muscular or have very little muscle mass, but there is something to take into account: weight shift.

The bag is on my right shoulder, but much of the weight is still suspended in the air and the effort is little used. So I will change the method using my back as a lever, tilting it slightly to my left, I fixed my arm as support and the rest of the forearm.

Certainly dividing the load by different parts of the body would be making good use of its functions; and although basic, little is also sometimes paid attention to that.

It seems that I have arrived at the port...

The carrier received the sack and then I left the place without noticing him or exchanging glances.

And so little by little I returned to the silent or rather, exasperating ringing in the ears.

It looks like this routine will repeat itself for the rest of the night.

Should I get lost in my thoughts and meditations?

It wouldn't be a bad hobby...