There was a distance of twenty meters between houses.
The population density is not high, there are woods and bushes everywhere, however there were no streetlights which turned the night into a horror movie scene.
Most are detached houses, the smaller homes are thousands of square feet without considering the front and back yards of green fields.
It looked rich, but most were old farmhouses from the seventies, no wonder they were so spacious.
I take a seat while waiting for the train to arrive.
He had bought the map of the city and studied it some more before leaving.
When young people went to look for work in the big cities they usually learned to be officially independent, moving out and paying their own living expenses.
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After about twenty minutes, he saw a light coming toward him from the right side of the tunnel.
Between hugs and goodbyes, the train stops and he boards the train.
He takes a seat before the train shakes and starts moving.
It rumbles from inside the mountains, running on its tracks.
He smiles, blissfully unaware that the air quality stunk.
Hardly had they started when those next to them began smoking and eating breakfast.
Some of them even took off their shoes.
And the cluttered hallway was saturated with body odor, cigarette smoke, along with the smell of food.
Luckily, the windows could be opened.
The view was like a frame full of cloud-shrouded mountains, a shimmering lake, shown amidst flashes of wild nature.
Where every color is pure and peaceful, and in a single glance, it went from the known to the unknown.
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Seventeen hours later, they finally arrived at the station.
Suddenly he opened his eyes.
He was against the window pane, and outside with an outline of the asphalt nature.
As he walks out the train doors, he takes a deep breath, so happy to be here.
He starts coughing.
The air quality was not very good because of the factories.
The sun hangs high overhead along with a refreshing breeze, the horizon seemed endless.
Look around at people trying to catch a cab or waiting for loved ones.
- Do you want to stay in a hotel? -
- Need to get a room? There is only one room left. -
- Need a ride? Hop in and we can leave right away. -
- Where are you headed? -
Many unknown people surrounded him as soon as he left the station.
Snake with his mother's warnings increased speed.
Zootopia was planned as a large, modern city with a high-rise skyline.
Buildings, roads filled with vehicles and people look very small.
But it has not yet fully blossomed into its future form.
It is less developed.
Even the main roads were full of potholes due to the developing industrial zone.
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A large truck roared by (almost crushing the snake.) with large loads of earth.
Another filled with coal, carrots and many more with different contents.
They pass by so frequently that the newly built roads wear out after a short time.
The abundant resources they carry will be the key to the city's brilliant flourishing.
The reptile wags its tail.
He left his small home village after getting the contract his father helped him get, today is Saturday, and he will join the working world on Monday.
Wanting to catch up in the big city, he set off as quickly as possible, taking a look at everything.
Instinctively he grabbed the polaroid that had always been with him for years and snapped a picture of everything his eyes would catch.
Waving the photos in the air until the image was visible.
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The bakery had prepared trays of freshly baked bread, its fragrance filling the street, tempting passersby to fill their bellies.
Snake was already choosing his favorite bread when he saw the price.
So he got his bread at a convenience store and went to the bus station.
There weren't many routes and he chose the one that suited him best.
He waited for more than half an hour before the bus arrived.
He hurried to get on, it was soon crowded, with rows of seats filled with passengers.
Everyone is shoulder to shoulder and there was no more room left.
Everyone is immersed in their own world staring into nothingness or reading the newspaper waiting to get to their destination.
The snake sat in the seat of three, squeezed between two large boars, looking helpless, but compared to the atmosphere of monotony radiating from the other people, the city dweller was smiling.
He even took more pictures on the trip, receiving stares and tongue clicks in dissatisfaction for which the reptile stopped apologizing for getting carried away.
When the bus arrived at the stop, he ''stood up'' and got off to continue on his way.
He is impressed at the great advantage of his body to easily pass through the sea of pedestrians moving at different speeds.
Although dragging his small travel bag made it difficult for him.
He glided through the urban core, allowing him to gauge the basic situation of the city.
He headed for the commercial district that was currently the most prosperous.
The mineral and precious metal deposits had brought in a large number of prospectors since a decade earlier, marking the beginning of its path to prosperity.
Although it was not very developed, it had a ''posh'' area whose neon signs dazzled in the night.
A little lost he looked at his map, however he could not locate himself correctly, the streets are like a belt that were divided into seven or eight different roads.
East-west direction for the streets, numbered from south to north, from First Street to 123rd Street.
North-south direction for the avenue, numbered east to west, from First Avenue to Twelfth Avenue, which is also interspersed with some avenues not named by numbers. . .
He tried to ask questions of passers-by, but received only cold indifference from the people.
After several people passed him, an elderly homeless woman pushing a shopping cart stopped to flirt with him.
Startled he thanked her for her appreciation before speeding away.
Then he hears a scream.
A small squirrel is squirming on the ground.
- You hit me! -
It makes a theatrical sound of pain.
- I'm so sorry! -
The snake looks at him worriedly.
- My arm! My arm hurts so much! -
- Do I want you to take it to the hospital? -
- I don't have insurance! -
He cries more.
- I can... -
- 150$ -
- I beg your pardon? -
- 150$ -
Hold out your hand.
- But that's. . . -
He starts crying at the top of his lungs.
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By some miracle he found a way to reach his destination with a lighter wallet.
He gasps as he looks at the ramshackle building.
With the condition of the place, it's easy to see why it was so cheap.
He was a little startled when a passing dump truck rattled the entire building.
He rang the call bell.
The landlady welcomed him with little interest, and showed him around the place he was going to live in words that seemed to be so repetitive over the years that it sounded like a tape recorder.
The room he rented to be brick with a tapestry that reminded him of his grandmother's house are very thin and he could hear his neighbors.
The bedroom is furnished with a dusty bed on one side of a rusty radiator, two tables; one with a chair underneath and the other with a bowl on top, a floor-length mirror, a grocer and sparsely decorated with a lamp, a trash can and a clock.
It looked worn, faded, dirt-stained and everything appeared to be protected with a layer of grease.
Basic amenities included a bathroom, kitchen and laundry in the basement, shared with the other tenants.
- Thank you. -
- Take care of your key. -That seems to be his farewell.
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Snake quickly curled up on the floor, looking at the open suitcase checking its contents.
Shirts. . . Hats . . . Pajamas. . .
He is unpacking by putting one thing after another in his small room with his clothes neatly hung on the old piece of furniture.
It didn't take him long because he packed lightly.
He looks at his room again.
HIS ROOM.
Maybe having Expected Too Much programmed him for Disillusionment.
But this is still it; his room.
His life as an adult officially begins and he couldn't be happier.
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That night it rained and he discovered that the roof leaks in several places.
Plus meeting the neighbors on the right who listened to loud music at irregular hours of the night, and the neighbors on the left who cursed at each other and had screaming fights.
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He finally arrived at his place of work.
It was a small trading company with a few employees.
He slipped through the glass doors that would be the beginning of his admission into his life as an entrepreneur.
- Good morning. -
He enthusiastically greeted the lady at the reception desk who barely looked up just to register his face.
- Yes? -His eyes returned to the screen.
- I am the new employee; Snake. -
The woman didn't answer, first she clicked a few times on the computer.
Occasionally staff in suits walked past him.
He waited but seemed to have forgotten about her existence.
- Excuse me? -
- We're not in the mood for jokes. -His eyes scanned the screen.
- I didn't make any jokes. -
- So that's your real name? -She pierces him with her eagle gaze.
She was definitely judging him because she unabashedly looked him up and down.
- Yes. -
Her eyes went back to the screen with a few clicks.
- Oh, I'm serious. -
He muttered under his breath but he could hear her.
It wasn't the first time a misunderstanding happened with her name, it's something very hard to ignore, but it still sucked like the first time.
He forced himself to thank her before walking down the hallways reading the signs for each department.
The offices are too noisy, filled with the constant ringing of the phones.
There being a new call after the end of one.
About six heads turned to see him as if he had arrived in his underwear when he opened the door.
- Good morning. -Greetings a little nervously.
- How can I help you? -asked the one who seemed to be the head of the department.
- I come to work here, I'm sorry I'm late, the paperwork at the reception took some time. -
- The new graduate. -He made a gesture towards the team. -
- Hi, I'm Snake. -
The reactions on the faces were not long in coming.
All the people around him turned to look at him one after the other with raised eyebrows.
- I told them the new guy would bring them a surprise. -He laughs. Go and sit down. -He disdains.
As if that was the key word the others went back to their work.
The presentation he had prepared and rehearsed died in his throat, it was not that impact he wanted to leave.
By inertia he made his way to the only empty desk, and as he took a seat he looked at what would be his new group of friends.
Several people are working with a computer in front of each of them.
It's just as he had imagined.
There's even a man behind a photocopier with stacks of paper on the side.
The only thing different is that they all have a bored look on their faces as they continue to type on their computers.
- How do you do? -
Greets his colleague on the right.
- If there is anything you don't know you can ask me. -
- Thank you! -
- It's nothing, it's the perks of being friends with the boss. -
He joked humorlessly.
Snake's throat closed up, he would have preferred that no one knew how he got the job.
I try to relax and do his job well.
Snake, as a new employee with no experience, just watches as his colleagues show him how to prepare reports and then signs the reports when they are finished.
They also explained to him about the company's situation, which has had a good run.
As the city is in dire need of real estate development, the interim government has attached great importance to companies visiting the city on fact-finding trips, like their own.
It favored them and allowed them to develop at breakneck speed.
This has made the market chaotic.
To take over a project, many construction companies tried to increase their competitiveness.
Developers would take over the land and then contract out the construction work.
Offering favorable terms to the developer, etc.
The company where he was hired was in charge of taking all the profit out of this real estate war by staying out of the way and selling their products to the subcontracted construction companies.
As such, Snake was grateful for all this consideration from his peers who want to teach him.
Soon he is called into the office to be yelled at because he had signed reports with missing data.
His superior is aware that it's his first day, but he doesn't like it, he had someone better in mind who lost to Snake.
As an old man of integrity, he detests backdoor connections, so he takes this opportunity to make life difficult for him.
Making Snake feel lost and inevitably he starts to doubt if he really lacks his ability.
At lunchtime, he hears all the rumors about him, each time more bad than the last.
His colleagues feel that his dubious grades mean he must be a ''Favorite'' of his superiors.
So they keep their distance: as one of the rules of survival in complex corporate relationships.
With their hearts in their asses.
Snake understood that they are still children with adult bodies.
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Returning home from work after his first exhausting day.
He realized he was missing a can of tomato soup.
He was puzzled, he had made sure his assigned cupboard was stocked with condiments, dried foods and cans the same day he unpacked.
Frantic, he frantically went through his other things.
His heart broke at the vegetable drawer in the refrigerator.
The lettuce and strawberries he bought at a special sale at the supermarket.
They are starting to melt with a horrible stench.
She had just learned that buying something more for less was not necessarily a good thing.
Luckily he hadn't opened the rice yet, nor the salt and oil, so they couldn't sneak him out, he also checked his share in the fridge and everything was still intact.
Perhaps a fellow too hungry?
She could ask and he would agree.
He didn't want to be the cause of disputes where he lives, but he felt he shouldn't ignore this; yes he dared to take a whole can, he will definitely continue.
But with how tense his job became, he doesn't feel like wasting time on silly fights.
Maybe he's talking his doormat side, but it's not like this department and this job is his Final Destination.
He decided to store his stuff in his room, and the spoiled vegetables were thrown out with the kitchen scraps.
Better to spend her energy on concentrating on saving money and getting out of here.
With his heart back in his ass, he consoles himself that he will talk it over with the landlady.
Eventually you'll discover that the landlady will only take an interest in them when the rent is due or about to be due.
No matter how many times she reports the inconvenience, she will always promise to fix the problems, but never will.
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That's how the real world greeted him.