Why on earth have you come back to Spain? From the lady at the employment office to the receptionist at the health centre, always the same question. I am starting to regret our decision more and more. Are we mad or martyrs?
Since I arrived I tried to ignore the big stain that covers the country, the non stop unemployment rate. I knew the elephant was there, I just kept spraying and cleaning over him with willingness and positive attitude. But its trunk sprinkles water everywhere you look, ending wet and without strength.
To escape the elephant you can fly out of the country, study more masters (I’ve had enough) or simply fight back. How? You either kill the elephant or become friends with him.