Next week in the office was almost over.
Martin stood up and made himself another cup of coffee, to stay awake for the
last 2 hours. Waiting was killing him, but there was nothing else to do.
Clicking clocks reminded him of his childhood, when he was pushed to kneel in
corner, after doing something bad. Click, click, click. Checking the screen.
Nothing. Click, click, click… During the last week he and Silvia challenged
themselves in tasks of different kinds, such as browsing Facebook and YouTube,
learning Spanish and Bosnian and reading stuff, but still, they were mostly
waiting. In office, there were many ongoing activities. People standing and
talking, sitting and talking, some people sitting, while other people standing
and talking and so on.
During that week the volunteers fully realized, that
waiting is also part of their everyday lives. Until now, they have been living
in a huge bubble of inner lies, with pink glasses on their eyes. Maybe another
day, maybe the day after, maybe… What they were thinking? Of course it was supposed
to be like this. They weren’t waiting for the bus, or the end of their working
day. No! There was something more important, something that bothered them with
bigger power. Something, they could not possibly change. It was… wait for it…
the delay time between Bosnian bank and PayPal account! Let me explain.
The week started as all others before. Full
of enthusiasm, that at Monday they will start their fundraising campaign,
Martin and Silvia arrived to the office. They crated their PayPal account and
pressed “verify” button. Of course error message occurred, but after few hours
they solved that problem and PayPal sent them message, that they have to wait
until the 1,5euro will transfer from their account to PayPal balance. It might
take one day. They were leaving the work and looking forward to another day.
Tuesday of waiting followed by Wednesday and Thursday of biting their nails
skipped into Friday. It is stupid Friday already, the bank accepted payment and
checked it, but the money still did not leave the bank!
With shaking hands, Martin took out the
cigarette and lighted it. Anger was bubbling inside of his body; rage filled
his world and ticking clocks made him think about suicide. Suddenly he
realized, he is staying on side rail of balcony. He couldn’t control his body.
Then he took a step and fell down the balcony from the fifth floor. Last words,
he could hear was: “Martin, we can start! The bank finally withdrew the money!”,
but it was too late for him. He was dead. Waiting killed him, as many other
people, who also daily wait for important stuff in their lives, such as food,
drinkable water or ending of war and conflicts in their country. Don’t let
those people wait, help them now! Support Masterpeace!
In the end, we would like to highlight the fact, that nobody really died, during half an hour, in which we've been writing this article... unfortunately except of around 400 kids, who suffer from preventable causes like: poor sanitation, lack of food, poverty, HIV/AIDS, conflicts and many more... for example.
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