Wednesday, June 11

"I, too, ended up as a janitor, but not in a factory. It was at a housing project in a very poor neighborhood, in a very poor New England town, while I was in graduate school. My worst task at that job was peeling off old wallpaper under which cockroaches had built their nests. Dodging the rats near the trash dumpsters was not much fun either, but it was stll better than having to read Kant."

~Carlos Eire, Waiting for Snow in Havana: Confessions of a Cuban Boy, p. 353.

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