Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read
Thanks for this wonderful post. It reminds me of why I left my supervisory job in 1993 and then the US in 1994. At the time, I joked I was an economic refugee as I had trouble making ends meet. Of course it was much, much more than that. There are levels of slavery and degradation, and perhaps freedom is a relative word, but there is no substitute for the road that moves from whatever form of bondage to whatever form of freedom one can attain.