I was born and raised in the countryside, my family is not rich, one might even say poor. There was no work here, no prospects either, so I left to work in construction in the capital.
I had grand plans, including my own apartment, but in reality I have to go back. The only thing is, I’m ashamed. Many of my friends and classmates were settled in the city, and I was unlucky. I got a probationary period at a construction site, the salary was small, barely enough to buy food. It was good that we still lived in trailers at the site. But I was patient, I thought that it was only temporary; if I was hired permanently then I would have money.
But after two months of this kind of work I was fired. Later I found out that they often do that here, because there were more people willing to work here than necessary, mostly newcomers from other countries. I had to look for another job immediately or go back home. But what am I going to do there? My parents won’t understand, they expect help from me, as there are three younger sisters in the family – three schoolgirls.
It’s hard to find a job, I make my living from odd jobs, thanks to an acquaintance who sheltered me for a month. And then I don’t know what will happen. He jokes: “Look for a girl with an apartment. But girls from the capital don’t marry countrymen, they want businessmen or foreigners.
Yesterday I was offered a shift work, promising a good salary. I have no other way out, so I agreed. The future really worries me.
