Chapter 3
The both of us were pulling a desk down the corridors. I noted that we were going in the middle “lane.”
“I know why you accepted the job,” Zoe said. “I can tell you are happy about it. You freak.”
“Yeah, well, you know how it is.” Of course she knew. The Greek crisis had led to an unprecedented number of unemployed people, most of them under the age of 25, like the two of us. She must have struggled as hard as me to get a job, any job, in the economic desolation after 2009. The government sector had to keep up with some of the false promises it had made for all those years, so it added a couple hundred of job positions every now and then to its body.
Young people didn’t get to fulfil their dreams anymore, they just gladly accepted any lousy pay they were lucky to get. The bos
