[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Dealings and discussions between our Unions' representatives and the two Companies' management have started. Next stage is set for Wednesday 28. Our "march" from the old to the unknown has started. Who can tell where we're heading to?