Debout les damnés de la Terre!
Debout les forçats de la faim!
La raison tonne en son cratère,
C'est l'éruption de la fin.

I was working today. With another guy. We were sitting inside. Working. On May 1st.

May 1st is totally lost on Americans. Not on Europeans. They celebrate the eternal struggle of the working class against the viscious oppression of the capitalists. Or something.

It's a holiday here, anyway, and working on this day is a bona fide sin. We would probably have been shot if they had caught us today. Me, at least. I was the one who demanded that we work. Today. I felt kind of bad making him stay there when the marching band passed our window on their way to the parade. Especially since the weather was really nice.

The poor guy didn't complain. But I know he was dying inside. His internal working class self was suffering from marching deprivation. And I was playing the part of the merciless despot.

I'm a bastard. No. Worse. I'm a capitalist.