Between 1939 and 1945, there was a little Dutch girl trapped and isolated in an attic. Her only way to express herself was to put all her fears and anxieties down on paper. Her world was closed and confined, with little hope of escape. What happened to this quite, frightened, excluded girl was to shock the world. Her journal depicted the cruel and crazy surrounding that she grew up in. It was a world in CHAOS!
It is amusing, how ironic the way history always repeats herself. I can only explain to you, in my words, how this phenomenon occurs.
At the time of writing this assignment for the distinguished Mr Michael Ryan, our world as we know it is collapsing all around us. It is not an invasion of brutal force; it’s an invasion of subtle, false information and corruption that would make even the ‘Prince of Darkness’ himself envious.
From early 2004; in Ireland; there was an explosion of growth and prosperity in the economy. Ordinary people, with ordinary lifestyles, began to live very unordinary and out of their ‘comfort zone’ lifestyles. People were blindfolded and brainwashed in to thinking that; the good times are here to stay, that everything was going to smell of sweet, red roses.
The ‘FAT CATS’ of our society, the well suited bankers, the hard working ,greedy developers and most of all the very talented, overpaid politicians were in a secret cult known as ‘THE JOKERS’. They governed the county with very loose purse strings; where the fallen money landed into very bulky, crinkled brown envelopes, with no written address or stamp.
In 2006, I was at the time living a very happy and content life, in the rural countryside of Gloucestershire, England. I had my job, working as an ejection moulding machine operator. My life partner Michele was with me. We enjoyed the simple life.
Tales of wealth and opportunities started to filter through, that Ireland was surly the land were the ‘crock of gold ‘was found. This is where I made the biggest misjudgement of my life. We packed up all our belongings and set sail to the Emerald Isle. Like gold prospectors who scourged the hills in ‘the wild west’, we rode into town, seeking our fortune and glory.
It was only days, when we both secured employment. Michele, my trusty sidekick, found employment, at a local jewellery company. I on the other hand, had to travel further afield. My place of employment was in limerick, at the DELL manufacturing plant, in Raheen Industrial Estate.
Life was good! We had finally got financial security. For the next couple of years we enjoyed the so called good life, our bellies were always full, our social life was hectic and the future was bright. The red, radiant, roses were in full blossom and smelling like sweet candy and liquorish.
However with every rose, there is a thorn. In the later years, of the first decade, of the millennium, this thorn pricked the Irish economy. The building sector began to haemorrhage; the banks were overloaded with massive debt. The side effect of this bitter pill was that multinational companies began to pack their bags and leave our shores. This included DELL. I lost my job!
It is now 2011, i am still unemployed.
Every day is a struggle, not knowing where the next meal is coming from. I feel isolated and useless. My front door is wide open, but yet I cannot, venture out. There seems to be an invisible barrier, blocking my exit. I’m imprisoned in my own home!
MY WORLD IS NOW IN CHAOS! The sweet smelling roses are decaying; they emit an aroma of sadness and frustration; as they wilt and fade away…..
Thank you very much for taking the time to read this article,
Yours gratefully, Kevin.
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