Let's reproduce this information, let's circulate it by all possible means: by
hand, by mail or orally. ---- Millions of women are waiting for information. Letus once again feel the satisfaction of carrying out a truly revolutionary act.---- What can you buy with 2 euros? Few things, very few. These days I have donethe test. However, there are employers who can buy an hour of work for thatmoney. It is the remuneration that July and Patri received last summer forfilling a truck with oranges. It was not in a third world country, but inAndalusia, in grueling 12-hour uninterrupted days. To complete the abuse, at thetime of paying them their daily wages, the employer wanted them to go to anothertown to get the money, which would have meant working for free. After manycomplaints, they managed to get paid, although beforehand the bosses made a clearmessage to them: they did not want to see them again because the conguitos(referring to the Africans) did the job for half their salary and did notcomplain so much.July and Patri come from the world of art, so details such as faces, clothing(patterns with masks from the Spanish legion) or looks from their employersstayed with them as part of a sad script. The play and the stage seem to be setin the Middle Ages, but unfortunately we are talking about Spain in the 21st century.Patri's working life can be summed up in one word: exploitation. From thebeginning of her as a full-time waitress but discharged only half-time for asalary that did not exceed Er400 and only one day a week off. She even a kebabthat she worked on after her, and she could feel lucky to rest one day since hercolleagues did not enjoy that 'privilege'. Being undocumented immigrants does notgive you the right to have rights.Patri's working life can be summed up in one word: exploitation. From thebeginning of her as a full-time waitress but discharged only half-time for asalary that did not exceed Er400 and only one day a week offIn that place she suffered harassment and violence of all kinds, from cleaningtasks assigned to her only because of her status as a woman, to confinement byher employers in her warehouse area to generate a situation of fear and distress.At the "El Carpanta" bar, 13 hours a day, the lack of a contract and theinstallment payment, that is, the extreme precariousness, she joined Patri andJuly. It was in that place that they decided to join forces to exemplify thatoft-repeated phrase that the only tool of the working class is solidarity. It wasthere when, tired of receiving their meager payroll in installments of Er50,sometimes exchanged for simple promises of payment that turned into prolongedabsences from the establishment by the owner, they threatened to call the union.And as if it were a magic trick, the money they were owed appeared. The decisionwas made, they left there with the full conviction of never coming back.That was when they heard that there was an opportunity in France, that it wasjust a matter of getting organized with some friends and wanting to work. Theygot the number of Manoli, a lady who has contacts in French companies and is incharge of leading work groups in exchange for a modest sum: 80 euros for thefirst job offer and 20 for each renewal. Same as an ETT, but without registeringand adding screams, inappropriate phone calls and of course no guarantee.But when the need presses, there are not many options. Patri and July knew thatan idyllic stroll down the Champs-Elysées did not await them in France, but thepoor also dream, even if they are cheaper dreams. So they left for the Boudelairelands aboard an old car in which they put their few belongings. On the way, theystopped at my house and I could see their bright eyes, full of expectations, butthere was no poetry for them in the neighboring country.They had been promised that the work would be contracted. It was the only thingthat was fulfilled of the pact, because they couldn't even find a decent place tostay, and the temporary camps were territories crossed by fear and selfishness.In the activity of the castration of the corn the hour was paid more, but at thetime of collection they tried to pay them through a French bank that demanded acommission of Er12, a fortune when you break down daily for little more. Theneverything went back to the way it was before, but this time instead of hearinggrievances in Spanish they did so in French. They had to verbally threaten theowner of the farm with filing a complaint, which led the boss to show up at thecamp and make the payment in cash, but (there is always a but) the envelopescontained less money. And again to the wheel of claim. Because this is how itis, the one who loosens up loses.They had been promised to work under contract. It was the only thing that wasfulfilled, because they could not even find a decent place to stay, and thetemporary camps were spaces crossed by fear and selfishness.Broken long-distance relations with Manoli, the temporary staff's Facebook andWhatsApp groups opened new doors. From thinning apple trees or preparing vines todetecting diseases on the vine. The remuneration was about 10 euros gross inalmost all of them, so the only difference lay in the physical effort to be made.The weight load was not negotiable, but in some at least the hours were spentstanding and not squatting. Tiredness ends up exhausting you mentally too, somuch so that after working you only want to eat and sleep, a context in whichpersonal relationships inevitably suffer. To the precarious working conditionswere added the nights in which it was impossible to sleep a wink due to fear orthe improvised camps on the banks of a river contaminated with metallic waste,with the only access to drinking water from the tap of a cemetery, a paradise ifit is compared to sleeping under a bridge.In the vintages, the assignment of "Portier" tasks are only reserved for men, andhow could it be otherwise, they are the best paid. Yes, in addition to everythingelse, there is also a wage gap in vintages. The glass ceiling no. No one gets tohave that possibility.When after four months I went to look for them in Bilbao, I did not recognizeJuly and Patri. We had a beer and they summed up my stay in France in onesentence: "If I don't work I die and if I work they kill me".These days I spoke with them again. They fight to recover a good memory, not tothink about that last work experience in a negative way and try to resistsomething good. They don't make it. They cannot stop thinking about France andnot feel immediate physical exhaustion.But they have once again dreamed of organization and workshops, because in theend art comes out of their hands, through their eyes and mouth. They are one ofthose people who still look at the moon and smile.Patri carries a new world in her heart and does not resign herself. She carriesit in her genes because she is the great-granddaughter of Diego Barbosa, ahistoric CNT member from Chiclana. And as the saying goes, the fruit does notfall very far from the tree.July, with a smile like a flag, dreams of an art cooperative and sentences: «anillusion is always needed».I started my article by asking what you can buy with 2 euros. I'd like to finishit off with another, how much does a good French wine cost?Women of the world, last warning: Unite!!!https://www.cnt.es/noticias/me-matan-si-no-trabajo-y-si-trabajo-me-matan/_________________________________________A - I N F O S N E W S S E R V I C EBy, For, and About AnarchistsSend news reports to A-infos-en mailing listA-infos-en@ainfos.ca
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