Petrol for pennies
I pulled in at my local petrol station a couple of days ago, to see all the petrol attendants in plain clothes (they are usually in a dark blue and red uniform). I thought maybe they were having a casual Tuesday, who says only Fridays can be casual, but it turns out they were in disguise. Due to the strikes taking place in the petrol industry they could not reveal that they were still working or they stood a good chance of being attacked and even killed. Here is a bit of their story. I wake up to the smell of burning wood and tires. It is cold this morning and my neighbours have made a fire in an old paint tin. I can see when I step outside for a cigarette that the mountains are white on top, like icing on a cake. The hot, bitter smoke warms me from the inside. It is not much but at least I am warmer for a small minute. There is trouble around me. The people are fighting and the people are scared. They want more money at their jobs. We all want more money. But they are looking to...